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 Hungary and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Dave Clark Five to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Swell Maps,
Graham Central Station,
X-101,
Dave Gahan,
The Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Alton Ellis,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction,
Porter Ricks,
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül,
Ossler,
Oneida,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Steve Hackett,
Khruangbin,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fall,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Letta Mbulu,
Jacob Miller,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Wally Richardson,
Depeche Mode,
Joensuu 1685,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Altered Images,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.