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 Guyana and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Accadde A to the dance 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Siglo XX,
Steve Hackett,
U.S. Maple,
The Toasters,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
The Beau Brummels,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Morten Harket,
Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Sherman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boz Scaggs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Underground Resistance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ten City,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
The Grass Roots,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
Tommy Roe,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alison Limerick,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Iggy Pop,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Guru Guru,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
DJ Style,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.