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 Brazil and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
Henry Cow,
DNA,
Hardrive,
Unrelated Segments,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department,
10cc,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
Urselle,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Machine,
Bluetip,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gap Band,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moody Blues,
Visage,
The Toasters,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
X-102,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Josef K,
the Slits,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.