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 Peru and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Yaz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Deadbeat,
Tears for Fears,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
E-Dancer,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Connie Case,
Wolf Eyes,
Popol Vuh,
Minor Threat,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
Derrick May,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
Rapeman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agent Orange,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fugs,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Audionom,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slave,
The Count Five,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.