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 Israel and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Remains to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
Flash Fearless,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Metal Thangz,
Chris & Cosey,
Liliput,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alice Coltrane,
Franke,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas,
The Wake,
The Saints,
New Order,
Smog,
Eurythmics,
Kurtis Blow,
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Judy Mowatt,
Moebius,
Bootsy Collins,
Magma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Martian,
The Pop Group,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
KRS-One,
Drexciya,
Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mummies,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
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.