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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Henry Cow to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Victims,
Skriet,
The Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
Model 500,
The Cowsills,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
The Searchers,
The Motions,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
Jandek,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen,
Nirvana,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Bar-Kays,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Al Stewart,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
Sonic Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fall,
Sun City Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
The Residents,
Half Japanese,
Dawn Penn,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.