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 Albania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Model 500 to the electroclash 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
Mo-Dettes,
Subhumans,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
Terry Callier,
T. Rex,
Todd Terry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
Black Pus,
The United States of America,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Normal,
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MDC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
Jandek,
Duran Duran,
Soul Sonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
The Five Americans,
Deakin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
a-ha,
Camberwell Now,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Cymande,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
The Gap Band,
PIL,
Ludus,
KRS-One,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.