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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
Lyres,
Rotary Connection,
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
Malaria!,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Thompson Twins,
The Names,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Make Up,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Görl,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Marcia Griffiths,
Can,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
Amazonics,
MC5,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Donald Byrd,
Von Mondo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Tremeloes,
Funky Four + One,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
Quando Quango,
Spoonie Gee,
UT,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ken Boothe,
Underground Resistance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges,
The Moody Blues,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.