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 Kosovo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 Maleditus Sound to the electroclash 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Minor Threat,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents,
Donny Hathaway,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
Wire,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
Severed Heads,
Marc Almond,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Audionom,
Scion,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
The Residents,
Ten City,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
D'Angelo,
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
Black Moon,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lyres,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
Liliput,
Mad Mike,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ludus,
Y Pants,
Hoover,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
David McCallum,
Dawn Penn,
John Cale,
New Order,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.