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 Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Outsiders,
Flash Fearless,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits,
Magazine,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
The Pop Group,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pulsallama,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
Slave,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Clear Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ice-T,
Jandek,
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
Harpers Bizarre,
K-Klass,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wings,
Barry Ungar,
Neu!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
Das Ding,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
The Tremeloes,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.