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 Suriname 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sandy B to the punk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters 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?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots,
Pierre Henry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swans,
the Normal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Essential Logic,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Teasers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
Altered Images,
Cybotron,
Brick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spandau Ballet,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
Von Mondo,
E-Dancer,
the Slits,
Model 500,
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans,
Pagans,
Shuggie Otis,
Unrelated Segments,
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Underground Resistance,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
The Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Charles Mingus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.