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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faraquet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Raincoats,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
kango's stein massive,
The Toasters,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
Q and Not U,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
Los Fastidios,
DNA,
Davy DMX,
Black Bananas,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
Ken Boothe,
Byron Stingily,
Alison Limerick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Model 500,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Teasers,
Robert Hood,
Pierre Henry,
Quadrant,
Camberwell Now,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
Ludus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Interpol,
Amazonics,
Ituana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scion,
The Martian,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
Sight & Sound,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.