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 Dominica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Adolescents to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
Livin' Joy,
Gong,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shoche,
David Axelrod,
Isaac Hayes,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Goldenarms,
Kerri Chandler,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dead C,
John Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
Au Pairs,
Wolf Eyes,
Second Layer,
The Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music,
The Selecter,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Teasers,
ABC,
Faust,
Neil Young,
Panda Bear,
Soulsonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
Ultravox,
Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Wells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
Delta 5,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.