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 Honduras and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Interpol to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
Reuben Wilson,
Television Personalities,
Icehouse,
Mantronix,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Invisible,
Quantec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oneida,
AZ,
Hardrive,
Unrelated Segments,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonic Youth,
Cal Tjader,
The Victims,
Moebius,
A Certain Ratio,
Ossler,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
John Cale,
Fat Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
MDC,
Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Terry,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
David McCallum,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blake Baxter,
Thompson Twins,
Das Ding,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.