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 Kazakhstan 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ralphi Rosario to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
Outsiders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Juan Atkins,
Janne Schatter,
Suburban Knight,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monks,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
Bill Wells,
Cal Tjader,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Zero Boys,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.