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 Kenya and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fall to the punk 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
Ice-T,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore,
Ohio Players,
Hasil Adkins,
X-101,
Al Stewart,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
Motorama,
Laurel Aitken,
The Names,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
Radiopuhelimet,
Y Pants,
Cameo,
Television,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alison Limerick,
The Star Department,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
New Order,
Angry Samoans,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television Personalities,
Schoolly D,
The Moody Blues,
Barbara Tucker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
Country Teasers,
Black Moon,
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
Yaz,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.