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 Monaco 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 F. McDonald to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fad Gadget,
Brick,
The Young Rascals,
Technova,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
Visage,
The Vogues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
The Music Machine,
Monolake,
OOIOO,
Fear,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
Intrusion,
Eric Copeland,
Slick Rick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
JFA,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harmonia,
Yusef Lateef,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
Parry Music,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra,
The Gories,
Jawbox,
Agitation Free,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
Deadbeat,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Bourne,
ABBA,
Cameo,
Tim Buckley,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.