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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Procol Harum to the rock 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
New Age Steppers,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
Y Pants,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
China Crisis,
Groovy Waters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Icehouse,
Hashim,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Qualms,
Little Man,
Thompson Twins,
Camberwell Now,
The Selecter,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
Carl Craig,
Joey Negro,
Wire,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
Mark Hollis,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
Spandau Ballet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
Warren Ellis,
The Count Five,
Dawn Penn,
Negative Approach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slave,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
Brass Construction,
One Last Wish,
The J.B.'s,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
The Modern Lovers,
R.M.O.,
Duran Duran,
Bauhaus,
Cheater Slicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox,
Prince Buster,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.