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 Paraguay and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wasted Youth 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
Parry Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronan,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eve St. Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Crash Course in Science,
James White and The Blacks,
D'Angelo,
New Order,
Ken Boothe,
Cluster,
Slave,
Kayak,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans,
DNA,
Skriet,
Sixth Finger,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
Ice-T,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Henry Cow,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thompson Twins,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
Maleditus Sound,
The Music Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.