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 Japan and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dark Day to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs 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?
Mission of Burma,
Mars,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
The Cramps,
Dawn Penn,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Enemy,
Ludus,
JFA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television,
Joey Negro,
The American Breed,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
Maurizio,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
H. Thieme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry,
Main Source,
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
cv313,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
Carl Craig,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
Yaz,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Radio Birdman,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Holt,
Motorama,
EPMD,
Excepter,
Nirvana,
Roger Hodgson,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.