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 Cairo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Arcadia to the grunge 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
Nico,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
The Cramps,
Aloha Tigers,
Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
Ronan,
Make Up,
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
Massinfluence,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Television,
The Music Machine,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
X-102,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
This Heat,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Colin Newman,
Flamin' Groovies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
Rakim,
Zapp,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.