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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Shuggie Otis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
The Velvet Underground,
Supertramp,
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Section 25,
New Order,
The Victims,
Deepchord,
Absolute Body Control,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
The Dirtbombs,
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
Sparks,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gladiators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick Morgan,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
Davy DMX,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Porter Ricks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultravox,
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
Wasted Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
The Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
Alison Limerick,
Cheater Slicks,
The Martian,
Yellowson,
Glambeats Corp.,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.