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 Rwanda and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crime to the electroclash 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Main Source,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
OOIOO,
Toni Rubio,
A Certain Ratio,
The Move,
Jeru the Damaja,
The United States of America,
Archie Shepp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Buzzcocks,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
the Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers,
The Gun Club,
Bad Manners,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
Rosa Yemen,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
the Slits,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
Connie Case,
Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonic Youth,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
Davy DMX,
Stiv Bators,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
Royal Trux,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D,
Alphaville,
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
The Happenings,
Funkadelic,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.