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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 The Mojo Men to the jazz 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
Faraquet,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grauzone,
In Retrospect,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Zeros,
Duran Duran,
Anakelly,
Bob Dylan,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
Sugar Minott,
The Litter,
World's Most,
Maurizio,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Hood,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
Bauhaus,
Roxy Music,
Flipper,
Mo-Dettes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
Tears for Fears,
David Bowie,
Bad Manners,
Isaac Hayes,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
Hardrive,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
Motorama,
Mr. Review,
Delta 5,
Cameo,
Easy Going,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
Audionom,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.