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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
Isaac Hayes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
Brick,
Marine Girls,
The Fortunes,
The Modern Lovers,
The United States of America,
John Cale,
Ossler,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bob Dylan,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q65,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
Graham Central Station,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
Ken Boothe,
Lakeside,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
The Smiths,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
X-101,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Barbara Tucker,
Index,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-102,
Excepter,
The Fall,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.