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 France and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Altered Images to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television Personalities,
Rapeman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Excepter,
Avey Tare,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wally Richardson,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sex Pistols,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alison Limerick,
Jacques Brel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aswad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unwound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gun Club,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
kango's stein massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Durutti Column,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun City Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
The Motions,
Pole,
Roxette,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
CMW,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shoche,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.