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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mars to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
Infiniti,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dark Day,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
Japan,
Oblivians,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Radio Birdman,
Tom Boy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
Pulsallama,
Visage,
Eddi Front,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
The Pretty Things,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
Harmonia,
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick May,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Los Fastidios,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Busters,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
The Human League,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
the Bar-Kays,
Simply Red,
Lee Hazlewood,
Accadde A,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.