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 Finland 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 the Association 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
Donald Byrd,
The Vogues,
Soulsonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
Sam Rivers,
Silicon Teens,
Minnie Riperton,
Drexciya,
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Bananas,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
a-ha,
The Selecter,
Mr. Review,
The Offenders,
Wings,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
Ice-T,
Rod Modell,
Fear,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Don Cherry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
The Index,
Nico,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
Monks,
The New Christs,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.