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 Belgium and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Doobie Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joy Division,
Oblivians,
Los Fastidios,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hot Snakes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Duran Duran,
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camouflage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Saccharine Trust,
The Offenders,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
Blossom Toes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The J.B.'s,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Association,
Robert Hood,
Harmonia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
X-101,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.