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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sparks to the disco 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
Reagan Youth,
Don Cherry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
R.M.O.,
The Angels of Light,
Quantec,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Girls At Our Best!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
Roxette,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chrome,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Average White Band,
Pole,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Wake,
Ituana,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Invisible,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Freddie Wadling,
Mo-Dettes,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
Mad Mike,
Ultravox,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
JFA,
The Doors,
The Zeros,
In Retrospect,
Tears for Fears,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
World's Most,
Flipper,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.