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 Somalia and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Joyce Sims to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Peter & Gordon,
Faraquet,
Panda Bear,
The Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Seeds,
Mandrill,
The Blackbyrds,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Almond,
David Bowie,
H. Thieme,
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
Sugar Minott,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
Radiohead,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
The Velvet Underground,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yaz,
Clear Light,
the Normal,
Khruangbin,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
Simply Red,
Saccharine Trust,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
Cameo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
One Last Wish,
Alison Limerick,
Japan,
JFA,
Cluster,
Boz Scaggs,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
Cybotron,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.