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 Dominica and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 The Stooges to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Lakeside,
The Star Department,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis,
cv313,
The Monks,
Schoolly D,
The Kinks,
Grey Daturas,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
Juan Atkins,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Albert Ayler,
The Golliwogs,
Mo-Dettes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anakelly,
JFA,
Quadrant,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Deakin,
Pussy Galore,
Ohio Players,
Blake Baxter,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang of Four,
Sarah Menescal,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
Talk Talk,
Radio Birdman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
ABBA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Morten Harket,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.