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 Tanzania and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Buzzcocks to the techno 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
David Bowie,
EPMD,
Jeff Mills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neu!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Average White Band,
Lakeside,
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Slave,
Outsiders,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
Subhumans,
Todd Rundgren,
Henry Cow,
Basic Channel,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
Country Teasers,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Victims,
Suicide,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
Oneida,
The Move,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
D'Angelo,
Quantec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kayak,
Radiohead,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Technova,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
AZ,
Inner City,
Erykah Badu,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
Quadrant,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
the Sonics,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.