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 Greece and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Pylon to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
Quantec,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
Outsiders,
Zapp,
Dead Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
ABC,
Bob Dylan,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
Pylon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Scratch Acid,
B.T. Express,
Bush Tetras,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Cale,
Gang of Four,
The Selecter,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
In Retrospect,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Talk Talk,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
Massinfluence,
DJ Sneak,
10cc,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultra Naté,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
Mad Mike,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.