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 Comoros and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
Mars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
The Martian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Saints,
Danielle Patucci,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tubeway Army,
the Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Crash Course in Science,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
The Toasters,
Freddie Wadling,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Green,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
Radiohead,
Scan 7,
Ten City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ituana,
Surgeon,
Connie Case,
Idris Muhammad,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.