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 Gabon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Standells,
The Remains,
The Pop Group,
Joyce Sims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fatback Band,
Bad Manners,
The Leaves,
Black Sheep,
The Move,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
David McCallum,
Hot Snakes,
Wally Richardson,
Cecil Taylor,
Grauzone,
Half Japanese,
Agent Orange,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
Shoche,
The Dead C,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
The Offenders,
Alton Ellis,
Connie Case,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultravox,
Warsaw,
Television Personalities,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Pierre Henry,
The Smiths,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
kango's stein massive,
Magazine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wings,
Kayak,
Josef K,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swell Maps,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
The Angels of Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.