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 Marshall Islands and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Leaves to the jazz 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-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
Erasure,
Amazonics,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
Ultravox,
Eve St. Jones,
Ohio Players,
June Days,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nico,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
The Black Dice,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gun Club,
The Dirtbombs,
Interpol,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Morten Harket,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
Quando Quango,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
James White and The Blacks,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
Blossom Toes,
Yusef Lateef,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stetsasonic,
The Raincoats,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Neon Judgement,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5,
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti,
Susan Cadogan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Bourne,
Minutemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.