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 Norway and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 48th St. Collective to the rock 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Scott Walker,
Man Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
Little Man,
The Moleskins,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Victims,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
Fear,
Wally Richardson,
Alison Limerick,
Eddi Front,
Sparks,
Lyres,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
Jawbox,
Buzzcocks,
Japan,
Smog,
The Misunderstood,
Porter Ricks,
John Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
The Cowsills,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
Sarah Menescal,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skriet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.