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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Second Layer to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Hot Snakes,
Aloha Tigers,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Byrd,
Pole,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
Quantec,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
Liliput,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
JFA,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
Wasted Youth,
The Human League,
Ituana,
Amon Düül II,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Subhumans,
The Cure,
The Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux,
The Pop Group,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
The Move,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Procol Harum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brothers Johnson,
Suicide,
Hoover,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sonics,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.