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 Liberia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Bobby Womack to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Isaac Hayes,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
The Golliwogs,
The Slackers,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
the Slits,
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints,
Rapeman,
Dual Sessions,
Zero Boys,
The Selecter,
Eddi Front,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Organ,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
Visage,
Ronnie Foster,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
Archie Shepp,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Harmonia,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Hood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Ice-T,
Matthew Bourne,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
Pussy Galore,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alphaville,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
In Retrospect,
Deepchord,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.