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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Camberwell Now to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brothers Johnson,
the Association,
Sam Rivers,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Junior Murvin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Bowie,
Kas Product,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
Motorama,
The Monochrome Set,
Accadde A,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tommy Roe,
Barrington Levy,
Organ,
X-101,
Barclay James Harvest,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lakeside,
The Smiths,
June Days,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
The Fall,
Saccharine Trust,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Ituana,
Funkadelic,
Minnie Riperton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.