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 Bahamas and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Fall,
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mark Hollis,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
Babytalk,
Theoretical Girls,
E-Dancer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
MDC,
EPMD,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Byron Stingily,
One Last Wish,
Unwound,
The Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
Gang Green,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pop Group,
Rotary Connection,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn,
Blake Baxter,
Dark Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five,
Au Pairs,
Scientists,
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Terry Callier,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.