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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stereo Dub,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons,
The Misunderstood,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Sneak,
Reagan Youth,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
Organ,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gong,
Sällskapet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Star Department,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
Warsaw,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Excepter,
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
Barrington Levy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blake Baxter,
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
Suicide,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.