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 Laos 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the disco 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Byrd,
X-102,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
Juan Atkins,
Tommy Roe,
Mantronix,
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
Loose Ends,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sällskapet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
Sugar Minott,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fall,
The Smoke,
David Axelrod,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
Jawbox,
David McCallum,
The Smiths,
Section 25,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maleditus Sound,
Liliput,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Skatalites,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
CMW,
Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.