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 Sweden and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Scion to the disco 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
The Five Americans,
The Trojans,
Janne Schatter,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
Erasure,
Pussy Galore,
The Litter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mantronix,
Nils Olav,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mr. Review,
Cameo,
Suicide,
Mandrill,
Rekid,
The Pop Group,
Colin Newman,
New York Dolls,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wasted Youth,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
Morten Harket,
Erykah Badu,
The J.B.'s,
Prince Buster,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.