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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye,
AZ,
Visage,
The Gladiators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joensuu 1685,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Machine,
Scientists,
One Last Wish,
Intrusion,
The Mojo Men,
Urselle,
Television Personalities,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skriet,
The Blues Magoos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Panda Bear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Toni Rubio,
Tears for Fears,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ossler,
Radiohead,
Wire,
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk,
Michelle Simonal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Patti Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Severed Heads,
Throbbing Gristle,
In Retrospect,
Clear Light,
Davy DMX,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.