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 Mali and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
Wasted Youth,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
Zapp,
The Knickerbockers,
The Real Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liliput,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
Piero Umiliani,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter & Gordon,
Gong,
Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
Goldenarms,
Agent Orange,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eurythmics,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
Dead Boys,
Crime,
Khruangbin,
The Names,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Star Department,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
The Cure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Symarip,
The Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Organ,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.