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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Black Bananas,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
Kenny Larkin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
The Fugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
Davy DMX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
David McCallum,
Amazonics,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
Surgeon,
Sugar Minott,
The Gories,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rakim,
The Stooges,
Infiniti,
Junior Murvin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Human League,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
Man Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Dark Day,
Agent Orange,
The Names,
Theoretical Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Blossom Toes,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.