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 Korea South and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Suburban Knight to the dance 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Joyce Sims,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smiths,
Bob Dylan,
Tres Demented,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
The Associates,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Copeland,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
Albert Ayler,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
Newcleus,
the Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marmalade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
Grauzone,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed,
Buzzcocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
10cc,
Goldenarms,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
Sandy B,
The Blackbyrds,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
Brass Construction,
Ronnie Foster,
Grey Daturas,
Oneida,
Urselle,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.