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 Ireland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Scrapy to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Warren Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Urselle,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monolake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
MC5,
Althea and Donna,
Lalann,
Symarip,
Spoonie Gee,
Television,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
Quantec,
Sonic Youth,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
The Selecter,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
X-Ray Spex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Susan Cadogan,
Faust,
Au Pairs,
Carl Craig,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Blossom Toes,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Sherman,
Jawbox,
Deepchord,
Underground Resistance,
Bronski Beat,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare,
New York Dolls,
David Axelrod,
Whodini,
Black Pus,
The Young Rascals,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates,
Warsaw,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.