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 China and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
Erasure,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
Accadde A,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
Swell Maps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Trojans,
Japan,
Leonard Cohen,
Reuben Wilson,
Graham Central Station,
Adolescents,
D'Angelo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
Deadbeat,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun City Girls,
China Crisis,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Mantronix,
Main Source,
Neu!,
Q65,
Radiohead,
Schoolly D,
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia,
B.T. Express,
Rhythm & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
Matthew Bourne,
L. Decosne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.