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 Ghana 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Dead Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Nico,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Idris Muhammad,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Porter Ricks,
Pere Ubu,
Wasted Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
New Order,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Lungfish,
The Fall,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
Clear Light,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX,
Con Funk Shun,
Spoonie Gee,
Isaac Hayes,
The Invisible,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
Q65,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
Television,
The Leaves,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.