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 Rwanda and from New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 U.S. Maple to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Lakeside,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Green,
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Newcleus,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps,
La Düsseldorf,
A Certain Ratio,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
Liliput,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
The Searchers,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
Excepter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Loose Ends,
The Buckinghams,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slackers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MC5,
Stiv Bators,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
Brothers Johnson,
Scrapy,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.