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 Egypt 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sex Pistols 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
The Vogues,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zero Boys,
PIL,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T. Rex,
The Gories,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arcadia,
In Retrospect,
Gichy Dan,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
The Names,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ohio Players,
Fela Kuti,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
Bobby Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Alison Limerick,
Alphaville,
Half Japanese,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
The Pretty Things,
The Zeros,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Searchers,
Crime,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
Faust,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Hood,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
Negative Approach,
Brick,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.