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 Portugal and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
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 mellotron 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 FM Einheit to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Music Machine,
Faraquet,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
Skaos,
Stetsasonic,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marine Girls,
Bauhaus,
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Pylon,
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
Franke,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango,
Henry Cow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mad Mike,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Kinks,
X-Ray Spex,
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
Intrusion,
Marc Almond,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Zeros,
Lungfish,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharoah Sanders,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
Liliput,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.