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 Laos and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gabor Szabo to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Sex Pistols,
Television,
Black Moon,
Motorama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nirvana,
Colin Newman,
48th St. Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ice-T,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
Camouflage,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Marvin Gaye,
June of 44,
The Misunderstood,
Half Japanese,
Ultravox,
Pere Ubu,
Deakin,
UT,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heaven 17,
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brand Nubian,
Index,
Bad Manners,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
La Düsseldorf,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
Scientists,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.