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 Germany and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
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 güiro 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 The Motions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
Quando Quango,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
Popol Vuh,
Fat Boys,
Fatback Band,
Glenn Branca,
Jacques Brel,
Symarip,
Shoche,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Todd Terry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
Boredoms,
Matthew Bourne,
a-ha,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
Max Romeo,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
Quantec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
Prince Buster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
Gang of Four,
Fela Kuti,
Siglo XX,
Porter Ricks,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.