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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Minutemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
the Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
10cc,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
a-ha,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy Collins,
Blancmange,
Lower 48,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
The Grass Roots,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
Hashim,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.