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 Tajikistan and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Soft Cell to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
Pylon,
U.S. Maple,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
Toni Rubio,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Au Pairs,
Fatback Band,
New York Dolls,
Suburban Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
Basic Channel,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
The Index,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Last Poets,
The Pretty Things,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
Bob Dylan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yazoo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül,
Funky Four + One,
Swans,
Cybotron,
Neil Young,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Niagra,
Sam Rivers,
Television,
Pagans,
Skarface,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.