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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Alphaville to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Rapeman,
The Fugs,
Adolescents,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
Sugar Minott,
Sparks,
Quadrant,
Nils Olav,
Au Pairs,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Colin Newman,
Skaos,
MDC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yellowson,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magazine,
ABC,
June Days,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
Young Marble Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magma,
the Fania All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Guru Guru,
Essential Logic,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
Rites of Spring,
Henry Cow,
Ultravox,
Steve Hackett,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wire,
Lyres,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
the Normal,
Fluxion,
The Seeds,
The Slits,
The Fall,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.