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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the techno 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
The Martian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
Eve St. Jones,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
Ludus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
John Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Residents,
Drexciya,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Metal Thangz,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
Slave,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dennis Brown,
The Beau Brummels,
Dave Gahan,
Joy Division,
Moebius,
Marmalade,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Crime,
the Germs,
Deadbeat,
Nas,
Yazoo,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.