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 Sierra Leone 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Freddie Wadling,
Sällskapet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
Heaven 17,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Smog,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
John Cale,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Simply Red,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter & Gordon,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
Minutemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quadrant,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mantronix,
Yaz,
Hot Snakes,
Young Marble Giants,
Brass Construction,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
Deepchord,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers,
Fear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultra Naté,
Dave Gahan,
The Moody Blues,
Circle Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
Bronski Beat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
Harmonia,
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf,
Model 500,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.