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 Georgia and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Symarip,
The Mojo Men,
John Lydon,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Sneak,
Skriet,
MC5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barrington Levy,
The Moleskins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
Infiniti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor,
Minny Pops,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
Michelle Simonal,
Sixth Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Model 500,
Blossom Toes,
The Leaves,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
Nils Olav,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
PIL,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Connie Case,
H. Thieme,
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.