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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Index to the disco 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Silicon Teens,
The Real Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
Slave,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
World's Most,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neu!,
Little Man,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
D'Angelo,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
Livin' Joy,
Camberwell Now,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
Scrapy,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Terry Callier,
the Germs,
The Zeros,
The Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Sherman,
the Slits,
Television,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
The Techniques,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Move,
Banda Bassotti,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T,
Michelle Simonal,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.