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 Sierra Leone and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Alphaville to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
Rotary Connection,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blues Magoos,
10cc,
Gang Starr,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
Blancmange,
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slackers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
Main Source,
The Star Department,
Spandau Ballet,
F. McDonald,
Hardrive,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
Max Romeo,
Tommy Roe,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
Swans,
Hoover,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.