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 Zambia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wire to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Trumans Water,
Unrelated Segments,
Sister Nancy,
The Motions,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
Procol Harum,
Basic Channel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Birthday Party,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Pus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Livin' Joy,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
Tubeway Army,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
Can,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
The Gladiators,
Donny Hathaway,
In Retrospect,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Red Krayola,
Spoonie Gee,
Barbara Tucker,
Section 25,
Banda Bassotti,
Bronski Beat,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
Guru Guru,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.