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 Malaysia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Invisible to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Chrome,
Television Personalities,
The Pretty Things,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
Niagra,
Gong,
Joy Division,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
Supertramp,
Bush Tetras,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
Piero Umiliani,
Scientists,
The Vogues,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
Visage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aswad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter and Kerry,
Alphaville,
Robert Hood,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.