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 France and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 United States of America,
The Martian,
Wire,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
The Golliwogs,
Albert Ayler,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Techniques,
the Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Newcleus,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Niagra,
Nirvana,
Dark Day,
Sixth Finger,
Barrington Levy,
The Happenings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
Negative Approach,
Oneida,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
Black Sheep,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Motorama,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Marmalade,
Kayak,
E-Dancer,
Lalann,
Mandrill,
The Fuzztones,
Maleditus Sound,
Ponytail,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.