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 New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Erasure to the dance 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultravox,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Moon,
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
The Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Excepter,
Sound Behaviour,
ABC,
Terry Callier,
The Standells,
Eden Ahbez,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
This Heat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Leonard Cohen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
In Retrospect,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
B.T. Express,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dirtbombs,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
L. Decosne,
The Gun Club,
Cheater Slicks,
Mission of Burma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.