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 Honduras and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Smiths to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
Arthur Verocai,
Sixth Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Five Americans,
Pussy Galore,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agent Orange,
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
Howard Jones,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
The Blackbyrds,
Sister Nancy,
One Last Wish,
the Germs,
Donald Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
Outsiders,
X-101,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
OOIOO,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
Circle Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.