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 Zambia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sexual Harrassment to the jazz 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Fad Gadget,
The Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Mills,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
The Barracudas,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cluster,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronnie Foster,
Sight & Sound,
Yaz,
Nas,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
This Heat,
Massinfluence,
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
cv313,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eli Mardock,
48th St. Collective,
JFA,
Radiohead,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Star Department,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.