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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 The Vogues to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Swell Maps,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
Joey Negro,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joyce Sims,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu,
Shoche,
Altered Images,
Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Mandrill,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dual Sessions,
Chrome,
Magma,
The Motions,
The Busters,
Moby Grape,
Country Teasers,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick May,
The Cowsills,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
Outsiders,
Kas Product,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.