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 Philippines and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the punk 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
Scan 7,
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
Sister Nancy,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
H. Thieme,
Minnie Riperton,
New York Dolls,
Nik Kershaw,
Donald Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Subhumans,
Kayak,
Severed Heads,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Con Funk Shun,
Freddie Wadling,
Isaac Hayes,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Yaz,
the Germs,
Altered Images,
Agitation Free,
Quadrant,
The Grass Roots,
A Certain Ratio,
Make Up,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.