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 Vanuatu 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 The Grass Roots to the punk 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order,
Nils Olav,
Yaz,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
The Stooges,
10cc,
Das Ding,
Half Japanese,
Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
Crime,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smiths,
Pantytec,
Ultra Naté,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman,
Saccharine Trust,
U.S. Maple,
Excepter,
The Mummies,
Gichy Dan,
E-Dancer,
Suicide,
The Motions,
Simply Red,
Alice Coltrane,
Marmalade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
Marc Almond,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pylon,
Tom Boy,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiohead,
Animal Collective,
Television,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Moby Grape,
Model 500,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.