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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 A Flock of Seagulls 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Slave,
Sound Behaviour,
Panda Bear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cameo,
Q65,
Michelle Simonal,
Nas,
Tubeway Army,
John Holt,
The Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Neon Judgement,
Technova,
ABBA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
Mars,
James White and The Blacks,
Rapeman,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
Yazoo,
Jeff Mills,
Soul II Soul,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Victims,
Unwound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cramps,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
Aural Exciters,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Young Marble Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
The Happenings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
10cc,
The Toasters,
The Smiths,
Ultra Naté,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.