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 Tonga and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the punk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Neon Judgement,
Audionom,
James White and The Blacks,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Sherman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Average White Band,
Blossom Toes,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners,
The Dead C,
Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Velvet Underground,
B.T. Express,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
the Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
John Foxx,
Smog,
Isaac Hayes,
the Sonics,
Icehouse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
Pagans,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare,
Groovy Waters,
Sugar Minott,
Kurtis Blow,
The Grass Roots,
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Interpol,
Soulsonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dawn Penn,
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television,
Youth Brigade,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.