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 Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the electroclash 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxette,
Aaron Thompson,
Brothers Johnson,
Quadrant,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry's Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Wings,
Andrew Hill,
Davy DMX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blancmange,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Birthday Party,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pierre Henry,
The Stooges,
Colin Newman,
Kool Moe Dee,
FM Einheit,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
Agitation Free,
Accadde A,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
Bobby Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Sneak,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
L. Decosne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deadbeat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.