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 Serbia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gichy Dan to the dance 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
John Foxx,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
Spandau Ballet,
Pagans,
Technova,
The Standells,
David Axelrod,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Amazonics,
Magazine,
Agitation Free,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
Rekid,
Wire,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
Livin' Joy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boredoms,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
The Barracudas,
Darondo,
Ronan,
Deepchord,
Wally Richardson,
Mandrill,
Brothers Johnson,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Machine,
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Slits,
The Moleskins,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pretty Things,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.