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 Moldova and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Lucky Dragons to the rock 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare,
Soul II Soul,
Heaven 17,
Main Source,
Television,
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites,
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
F. McDonald,
X-Ray Spex,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal,
Desert Stars,
Excepter,
Scott Walker,
Kenny Larkin,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alison Limerick,
The Neon Judgement,
The Red Krayola,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
These Immortal Souls,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joy Division,
Robert Görl,
Wings,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sixth Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Niagra,
Adolescents,
LL Cool J,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
Charles Mingus,
Zapp,
Wire,
Erasure,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.