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 Brazil and from London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Spandau Ballet to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
Gabor Szabo,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Hill,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Little Man,
Soul II Soul,
Erasure,
JFA,
Magma,
Slave,
The Techniques,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Sheep,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
Max Romeo,
Gichy Dan,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
Flipper,
DNA,
ABC,
World's Most,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blackbyrds,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
Blossom Toes,
Carl Craig,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
Roger Hodgson,
Nik Kershaw,
Swell Maps,
Chrome,
Sparks,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
Arthur Verocai,
Spoonie Gee,
Rod Modell,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tom Boy,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.