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 Slovakia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Livin' Joy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
Rufus Thomas,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
Pere Ubu,
The Gun Club,
Sällskapet,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
One Last Wish,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
Massinfluence,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Susan Cadogan,
Crash Course in Science,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Whodini,
Barry Ungar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fela Kuti,
Alphaville,
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
Tim Buckley,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
Todd Terry,
Ultravox,
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moleskins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.