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 Yemen and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Los Fastidios to the dance 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
The Toasters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
Henry Cow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amazonics,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gories,
Brick,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
Adolescents,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
Crooked Eye,
Trumans Water,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
Robert Görl,
Maurizio,
a-ha,
Terry Callier,
Bluetip,
Black Flag,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
Simply Red,
Minutemen,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Halsall,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.