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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
Reagan Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Near,
The Pop Group,
Masters at Work,
The Red Krayola,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Foxx,
Bush Tetras,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
The Trojans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
Parry Music,
In Retrospect,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
Adolescents,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quantec,
Sister Nancy,
Bauhaus,
Television,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
EPMD,
JFA,
Skriet,
The Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shuggie Otis,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
Suicide,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Prince Buster,
Aural Exciters,
Freddie Wadling,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.