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 Cambodia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Cluster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
The Martian,
Glenn Branca,
David Bowie,
Eden Ahbez,
Erasure,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Archie Shepp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Graham Central Station,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
Y Pants,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lyres,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
D'Angelo,
Rakim,
Franke,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delta 5,
Letta Mbulu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
Colin Newman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Byron Stingily,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
Television Personalities,
Fluxion,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.