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 Venezuela and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Count Five to the rock 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delon & Dalcan,
James White and The Blacks,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
The Zeros,
ABC,
Monolake,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mandrill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
Loose Ends,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donny Hathaway,
Hot Snakes,
Tom Boy,
The J.B.'s,
MC5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Knickerbockers,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101,
The Star Department,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultravox,
The Buckinghams,
The Doors,
The Motions,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
The Gap Band,
Lower 48,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C,
Scion,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.