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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Human League to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
CMW,
La Düsseldorf,
Porter Ricks,
Brass Construction,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hardrive,
Echospace,
Alphaville,
Country Teasers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Index,
Boredoms,
Davy DMX,
D'Angelo,
The Associates,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Slits,
Inner City,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
Howard Jones,
The Slits,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
The Gladiators,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
Colin Newman,
Black Sheep,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lucky Dragons,
Eden Ahbez,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Ken Boothe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.