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 the UAE and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Infiniti to the rock 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
Spoonie Gee,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roger Hodgson,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
John Lydon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hardrive,
Silicon Teens,
Nirvana,
The Residents,
Eurythmics,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
Intrusion,
X-101,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
Aswad,
Yellowson,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Duran Duran,
Television Personalities,
Letta Mbulu,
Bob Dylan,
Rod Modell,
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Martian,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
Public Enemy,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Khruangbin,
Bluetip,
Donny Hathaway,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.