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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kevin Saunderson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick Morgan,
Sarah Menescal,
Laurel Aitken,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
Joy Division,
Amazonics,
Lindisfarne,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
Alphaville,
Todd Rundgren,
Fatback Band,
Bang On A Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
Toni Rubio,
the Bar-Kays,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Albert Ayler,
Pole,
Eddi Front,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
Fluxion,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Outsiders,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Accadde A,
Malaria!,
Oneida,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Second Layer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.