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 Romania 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 The Blues Magoos to the dance 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Niagra,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABBA,
Camouflage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chrome,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Bowie,
The Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Brick,
Deepchord,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fuzztones,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moody Blues,
John Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blues Magoos,
Hoover,
Can,
Adolescents,
Thompson Twins,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.