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 El Salvador and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
X-101,
Blancmange,
10cc,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mo-Dettes,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
Peter & Gordon,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
Television,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Toni Rubio,
Spandau Ballet,
Gichy Dan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cowsills,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Rapeman,
Dual Sessions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pere Ubu,
Infiniti,
Buzzcocks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Velvet Underground,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.