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 Glasgow.
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 Columbus and Tokyo.
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 harpsichord 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 Monolake to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boredoms,
Alison Limerick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Panda Bear,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
Chrome,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Womack,
the Normal,
Slave,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
the Association,
The Trojans,
Dark Day,
the Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Supertramp,
Matthew Bourne,
Kas Product,
Erasure,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q65,
Mandrill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Ten City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Agitation Free,
Max Romeo,
Scrapy,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker,
Josef K,
Boz Scaggs,
KRS-One,
Cymande,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers,
Ronan,
Crime,
Dave Gahan,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül II,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.