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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Minny Pops to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans,
Ituana,
Wire,
Eric B and Rakim,
David McCallum,
John Cale,
Mandrill,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell,
Wasted Youth,
Erasure,
Heaven 17,
Aloha Tigers,
Bluetip,
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
Aural Exciters,
The Music Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wally Richardson,
Chris Corsano,
The Five Americans,
Audionom,
10cc,
Sparks,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sex Pistols,
Black Moon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Dark Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers,
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
Peter and Kerry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
Robert Hood,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.