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 Korea South and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grunge 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Fluxion,
Swell Maps,
Organ,
Icehouse,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
Q65,
The Moody Blues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Depeche Mode,
Deakin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ornette Coleman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
Gichy Dan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Royal Trux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter and Kerry,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
John Holt,
Nico,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
KRS-One,
The Happenings,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
cv313,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
Cluster,
DNA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
Fela Kuti,
New York Dolls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.