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 Somalia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Funky Four + One,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
The Music Machine,
The Moleskins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
Unrelated Segments,
Essential Logic,
The Gories,
The American Breed,
Deepchord,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
Skaos,
Zero Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warsaw,
DNA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Animal Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Flipper,
Flash Fearless,
CMW,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
Moby Grape,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
Average White Band,
the Germs,
The Skatalites,
Section 25,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
Jacques Brel,
Massinfluence,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rotary Connection,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.