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 Albania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
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 marimba 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
Tres Demented,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
the Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang On A Can,
The Seeds,
Ten City,
Mark Hollis,
Dead Boys,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
The Tremeloes,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
Fear,
Lucky Dragons,
Young Marble Giants,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
The Skatalites,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donald Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
Symarip,
MC5,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
Reuben Wilson,
the Association,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.