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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Yazoo to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The New Christs,
Oneida,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
Stiv Bators,
Groovy Waters,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
a-ha,
Agent Orange,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neu!,
Connie Case,
The Walker Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Chris & Cosey,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
ABC,
Yusef Lateef,
Kas Product,
Nico,
Joey Negro,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal,
The Names,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.