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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultravox to the funk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scrapy,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Inner City,
Amon Düül,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
The Last Poets,
Magazine,
Juan Atkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Hashim,
Magma,
Warsaw,
Dead Boys,
Joy Division,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Flag,
Moby Grape,
Nirvana,
The Cowsills,
Fad Gadget,
New York Dolls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smoke,
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cure,
Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
Stiv Bators,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
Yaz,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
Freddie Wadling,
Pet Shop Boys,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.