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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joensuu 1685,
the Slits,
David Bowie,
JFA,
Urselle,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
Warren Ellis,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
Shoche,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Happenings,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pagans,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
Laurel Aitken,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
Eurythmics,
Stiv Bators,
The Litter,
The Techniques,
Subhumans,
Deakin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
ABBA,
The Cowsills,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Bourne,
Yazoo,
Scientists,
The Leaves,
Crooked Eye,
the Sonics,
Minor Threat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.