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 Cape Verde and from Taipei.
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 Spokane and Tehran.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Doors to the crunk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers,
KRS-One,
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Busters,
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
the Normal,
AZ,
Funky Four + One,
Sugar Minott,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
U.S. Maple,
Niagra,
Sex Pistols,
Cymande,
Silicon Teens,
Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
Lakeside,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
In Retrospect,
the Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
John Holt,
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
Lyres,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
The Move,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.