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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Guru Guru,
The Cowsills,
The United States of America,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
Cameo,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
Cecil Taylor,
Rites of Spring,
The Music Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Zapp,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
Unwound,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
R.M.O.,
John Foxx,
kango's stein massive,
Visage,
Crime,
Severed Heads,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
KRS-One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arab on Radar,
the Human League,
Loose Ends,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronan,
Arcadia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
Unrelated Segments,
Deepchord,
Talk Talk,
10cc,
Pole,
the Slits,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.