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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tears for Fears,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
The Move,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Outsiders,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Bourne,
Moss Icon,
Lakeside,
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brand Nubian,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Freddie Wadling,
The Remains,
X-Ray Spex,
The Evens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scientists,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dave Gahan,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
Lou Reed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
Bobby Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Hood,
China Crisis,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
Marmalade,
The Last Poets,
Cal Tjader,
Organ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mummies,
the Sonics,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.