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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 The Zeros to the rock 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
Subhumans,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
Clear Light,
Gong,
James White and The Blacks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Lynne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cluster,
AZ,
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
Bill Near,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smoke,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
Minor Threat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Move,
June Days,
Josef K,
Nils Olav,
Darondo,
Depeche Mode,
Jandek,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Porter Ricks,
Lyres,
Slick Rick,
Don Cherry,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.