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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 K-Klass to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
The Kinks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sister Nancy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erykah Badu,
Terry Callier,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roger Hodgson,
10cc,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
The Searchers,
Anthony Braxton,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
Brand Nubian,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Hood,
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
Dave Gahan,
Simply Red,
Deakin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
The Techniques,
Smog,
K-Klass,
Skarface,
Symarip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Malaria!,
China Crisis,
Black Moon,
Arcadia,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
The Birthday Party,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.