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 Chile and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Aural Exciters to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Barrington Levy,
Juan Atkins,
Prince Buster,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
Tears for Fears,
Lindisfarne,
Ohio Players,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
Piero Umiliani,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
The Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Gang Green,
Bobby Sherman,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul II Soul,
the Slits,
Colin Newman,
K-Klass,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Procol Harum,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
John Cale,
Cluster,
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
The Blackbyrds,
Parry Music,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
ABC,
Fluxion,
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jimmy McGriff,
Toni Rubio,
Fear,
Henry Cow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Josef K,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.