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 Ghana and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
The Smoke,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
One Last Wish,
Pere Ubu,
Popol Vuh,
Goldenarms,
Black Moon,
Tres Demented,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
Lou Christie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aloha Tigers,
Ice-T,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
Al Stewart,
Soulsonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Mr. Review,
the Normal,
Cameo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dorothy Ashby,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
Scion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brick,
Smog,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Smooth,
The New Christs,
Charles Mingus,
Blancmange,
The Motions,
Hardrive,
Robert Wyatt,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.