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 Andorra and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magma,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boredoms,
Roxette,
Jandek,
Chris & Cosey,
ABC,
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
Quando Quango,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
The Count Five,
Visage,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sound,
Nirvana,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
The Index,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
Hasil Adkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.