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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Sam Rivers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
The Slackers,
Marc Almond,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
Roxette,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Darondo,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
Aaron Thompson,
Don Cherry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
ABC,
CMW,
Jacques Brel,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harmonia,
The Wake,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Smog,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grauzone,
Kenny Larkin,
Danielle Patucci,
This Heat,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
The Move,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.