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 Chad and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
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 theremin 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 Sun City Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cameo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sandy B,
Rufus Thomas,
Easy Going,
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MC5,
DNA,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman,
Skaos,
Hardrive,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fortunes,
E-Dancer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Steve Hackett,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smiths,
Barrington Levy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pere Ubu,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.