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 Uzbekistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flamin' Groovies to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dark Day,
Mandrill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yellowson,
John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Archie Shepp,
Scion,
Fear,
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
Shoche,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül II,
The Index,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
The Victims,
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Tres Demented,
Motorama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Youth Brigade,
Mark Hollis,
Oblivians,
Simply Red,
Donald Byrd,
Audionom,
Lou Christie,
Al Stewart,
Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.