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 Uganda and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Real Kids to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Von Mondo,
a-ha,
Banda Bassotti,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
The Evens,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Happenings,
Warsaw,
Schoolly D,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cure,
Smog,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight,
Q65,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
Aaron Thompson,
Mission of Burma,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
Main Source,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
Barbara Tucker,
These Immortal Souls,
Interpol,
Babytalk,
Yaz,
Cymande,
H. Thieme,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Clear Light,
Television Personalities,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
The Victims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Starr,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.