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 Austria and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kerri Chandler to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Babytalk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
Liliput,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
Echospace,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultravox,
Porter Ricks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Harmonia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Zero Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Second Layer,
Fat Boys,
Howard Jones,
Interpol,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan,
John Foxx,
The Misunderstood,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Clarke,
Deadbeat,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.