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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Josef K to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Don Cherry,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
Q and Not U,
Yellowson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD,
K-Klass,
Main Source,
Suicide,
Moebius,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
China Crisis,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
MDC,
Parry Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warsaw,
Make Up,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fortunes,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Junior Murvin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.