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 San Marino and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Monochrome Set to the punk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
ABBA,
The Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Banda Bassotti,
Colin Newman,
The Kinks,
U.S. Maple,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Green,
The Victims,
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
Rakim,
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
Blancmange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
AZ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minny Pops,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Intrusion,
John Cale,
China Crisis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Altered Images,
8 Eyed Spy,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Beau Brummels,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vladislav Delay,
Neu!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
MDC,
Black Sheep,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.