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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Wings to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Ultravox,
Sixth Finger,
ABBA,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
The United States of America,
The Skatalites,
Hardrive,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Main Source,
Yaz,
Wire,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
John Holt,
Bush Tetras,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
Panda Bear,
The Gladiators,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
Siglo XX,
Buzzcocks,
Youth Brigade,
Mark Hollis,
Iggy Pop,
The Techniques,
Make Up,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
Supertramp,
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.