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 Burkina and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Pussy Galore to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
H. Thieme,
Wire,
Theoretical Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
Make Up,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
Average White Band,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maleditus Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacob Miller,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fuzztones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
Don Cherry,
Camouflage,
Schoolly D,
Nico,
Trumans Water,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
Whodini,
Jacques Brel,
Newcleus,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike,
Aaron Thompson,
Chrome,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.