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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Television to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
EPMD,
The Move,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Carl Craig,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
Yusef Lateef,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec,
Lebanon Hanover,
U.S. Maple,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Finger,
The Skatalites,
Liliput,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marmalade,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
The Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
Fela Kuti,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
Tres Demented,
Deepchord,
Monks,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
Symarip,
Model 500,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.