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 Togo and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 A Certain Ratio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
The Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Al Stewart,
Nirvana,
Boz Scaggs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
Flipper,
Bush Tetras,
Suicide,
Charles Mingus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column,
The Index,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cure,
Brothers Johnson,
Can,
David Axelrod,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alice Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
The Doors,
Eve St. Jones,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liliput,
The Martian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Procol Harum,
Harmonia,
Sight & Sound,
The Busters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slackers,
Ponytail,
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters,
ABBA,
Sixth Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magazine,
Brick,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.