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 Japan and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Stockholm Monsters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
The Vogues,
The American Breed,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moody Blues,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ponytail,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Das Ding,
Niagra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Graham Central Station,
Chris & Cosey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
This Heat,
Loose Ends,
Henry Cow,
The Trojans,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
Darondo,
Black Moon,
The Index,
Accadde A,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
Little Man,
ABBA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mission of Burma,
Pagans,
Oblivians,
Malaria!,
Harry Pussy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Tears for Fears,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.