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 Samoa and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Brand Nubian to the funk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
Fear,
Steve Hackett,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Goldenarms,
Malaria!,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
Masters at Work,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cymande,
Ludus,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
Bootsy Collins,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5,
Organ,
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia,
EPMD,
Chris & Cosey,
Arcadia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Barracudas,
The Fugs,
Television,
The Skatalites,
Blancmange,
The Techniques,
Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.