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 St Lucia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Terry to the disco 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
MDC,
Vainqueur,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
Suicide,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
Inner City,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Near,
Second Layer,
Barclay James Harvest,
T. Rex,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
Eli Mardock,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak,
The Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
The Seeds,
Lakeside,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
Gong,
PIL,
The Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camouflage,
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.