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 Cape Verde and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barry Ungar to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Black Dice,
kango's stein massive,
Severed Heads,
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flipper,
Blake Baxter,
DNA,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova,
R.M.O.,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
Todd Rundgren,
The United States of America,
The Techniques,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pierre Henry,
the Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
Nico,
Rekid,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
The Stooges,
Robert Wyatt,
John Holt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
Popol Vuh,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
MDC,
Mark Hollis,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.