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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 10cc to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Barbara Tucker,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
Minnie Riperton,
Mad Mike,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter and Kerry,
Ten City,
a-ha,
Joensuu 1685,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Organ,
Soul II Soul,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
10cc,
Althea and Donna,
Albert Ayler,
Quando Quango,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
Mantronix,
The Barracudas,
Nico,
Con Funk Shun,
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chrome,
Tears for Fears,
Morten Harket,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lucky Dragons,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultravox,
Mars,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jawbox,
Smog,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.