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 Senegal and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Darondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Motorama,
Deadbeat,
Eli Mardock,
Section 25,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mission of Burma,
The Gladiators,
The Neon Judgement,
Rosa Yemen,
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
X-Ray Spex,
Camberwell Now,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
Bobby Womack,
Visage,
Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Thompson Twins,
The Black Dice,
Aswad,
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers,
New York Dolls,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Metal Thangz,
The Cramps,
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.