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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Peter & Gordon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultravox,
The Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
Steve Hackett,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
Audionom,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
Soft Machine,
Monolake,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
Wings,
The Kinks,
Bill Wells,
Gang Green,
Rekid,
The Monks,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip,
Mo-Dettes,
Gong,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
The Leaves,
Aswad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
Charles Mingus,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suicide,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.