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 Greece and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 8 Eyed Spy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Tommy Roe,
Ultravox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doors,
Peter and Kerry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
Panda Bear,
Simply Red,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Fatback Band,
Fela Kuti,
Roger Hodgson,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gun Club,
B.T. Express,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
The Residents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jawbox,
The Gap Band,
ABC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blackbyrds,
Maleditus Sound,
The Names,
Lou Christie,
Ice-T,
Sun City Girls,
Little Man,
June of 44,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
Ornette Coleman,
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.