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 Comoros and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Japan to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cymande,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
Gichy Dan,
H. Thieme,
Soul II Soul,
Terry Callier,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The New Christs,
Roxy Music,
The Residents,
Television Personalities,
Model 500,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
MC5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
Television,
The Moody Blues,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
Japan,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Jacques Brel,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
Das Ding,
Kayak,
Connie Case,
Funkadelic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
Carl Craig,
Spoonie Gee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.