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 Brunei and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
Pylon,
Faraquet,
Television,
Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grauzone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mission of Burma,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harry Pussy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras,
Trumans Water,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
MDC,
The Vogues,
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pulsallama,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monks,
Ludus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shuggie Otis,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.