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 Tanzania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Moebius to the rock 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Wyatt,
H. Thieme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cybotron,
The Moleskins,
Pierre Henry,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chrome,
Cameo,
Janne Schatter,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
Essential Logic,
The Mojo Men,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Porter Ricks,
Television Personalities,
The Black Dice,
Zero Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun,
Ludus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
Skaos,
Jacob Miller,
The Skatalites,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Starr,
Marc Almond,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
This Heat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
Mantronix,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minutemen,
Rites of Spring,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
Infiniti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.