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 Belarus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joe Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
Ken Boothe,
Desert Stars,
Skarface,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Germs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Michelle Simonal,
Eli Mardock,
The Human League,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
Country Joe & The Fish,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
Hardrive,
Morten Harket,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Nas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster,
Thompson Twins,
Buzzcocks,
Mr. Review,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick May,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Main Source,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
Los Fastidios,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.