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 Algeria and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Godley & Creme to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
Max Romeo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young,
Gang Green,
Colin Newman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ossler,
Fad Gadget,
Make Up,
Simply Red,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ponytail,
The Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
The Offenders,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Angels of Light,
ABC,
the Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
In Retrospect,
Delta 5,
Ituana,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.