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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 8 Eyed Spy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Wally Richardson,
K-Klass,
Suicide,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
Section 25,
Zero Boys,
Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed,
DNA,
Ronnie Foster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funkadelic,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
The Black Dice,
Ultimate Spinach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smiths,
John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
The Blues Magoos,
Gong,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
Wire,
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid,
10cc,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Moebius,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Shuggie Otis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Ohio Players,
Terry Callier,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
U.S. Maple,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.