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 Nauru and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
JFA,
World's Most,
The Saints,
Monks,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aural Exciters,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
Prince Buster,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
The Names,
Fear,
Tears for Fears,
Black Bananas,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lyres,
The Fortunes,
Chris Corsano,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
Oneida,
the Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Ituana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
the Germs,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.