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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Essential Logic to the disco 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gladiators,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
Accadde A,
Chrome,
The Slits,
Severed Heads,
John Lydon,
Unrelated Segments,
ABC,
Cameo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Don Cherry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
Gabor Szabo,
Trumans Water,
Nick Fraelich,
Massinfluence,
The Fortunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grey Daturas,
The Selecter,
Crooked Eye,
Wire,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
Kas Product,
Bluetip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Con Funk Shun,
Charles Mingus,
The Golliwogs,
D'Angelo,
Masters at Work,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
KRS-One,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.