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 Comoros and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Grey Daturas to the dance 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
Flipper,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Saints,
Traffic Nightmare,
CMW,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Mills,
New Age Steppers,
the Slits,
Television,
Sällskapet,
Thee Headcoats,
Rapeman,
MDC,
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
Peter and Kerry,
Franke,
Bluetip,
Con Funk Shun,
Drexciya,
T. Rex,
Brand Nubian,
Kas Product,
The Doors,
Gong,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
Roxy Music,
World's Most,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
Crooked Eye,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
Swell Maps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.