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 Romania and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cheater Slicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yazoo,
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic,
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
Warsaw,
CMW,
Radiohead,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Bowie,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amazonics,
Yaz,
Joy Division,
JFA,
Stetsasonic,
Fela Kuti,
Porter Ricks,
Iggy Pop,
Metal Thangz,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
B.T. Express,
Das Ding,
the Swans,
The Sonics,
Lyres,
Surgeon,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force,
Howard Jones,
The Golliwogs,
The Mummies,
The Blackbyrds,
Spoonie Gee,
T. Rex,
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
The Litter,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.