Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mongolia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Babytalk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slick Rick,
Tears for Fears,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül,
Quando Quango,
Josef K,
Max Romeo,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Interpol,
Japan,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grauzone,
The Evens,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q65,
ABC,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Durutti Column,
The Motions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound,
MDC,
K-Klass,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.