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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Aloha Tigers to the techno 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television Personalities,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
Intrusion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Livin' Joy,
Groovy Waters,
Sarah Menescal,
EPMD,
B.T. Express,
Blancmange,
The Motions,
Warren Ellis,
Roxette,
Blake Baxter,
The Five Americans,
Marmalade,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
Cameo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
Moss Icon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Fad Gadget,
Slave,
Los Fastidios,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Sherman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
Sparks,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators,
Donny Hathaway,
JFA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.