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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thee Headcoats to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
Pantytec,
Rapeman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
Moby Grape,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cramps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
Ponytail,
The Beau Brummels,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
The Trojans,
Arthur Verocai,
Cal Tjader,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Normal,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
La Düsseldorf,
Au Pairs,
Althea and Donna,
Joensuu 1685,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
Susan Cadogan,
Siglo XX,
Stetsasonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Crime,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
The Five Americans,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cybotron,
Audionom,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.