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 Ghana and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maurizio to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul II Soul,
Bob Dylan,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Wasted Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Michelle Simonal,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill,
The Standells,
Ludus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
Mr. Review,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Goldenarms,
Judy Mowatt,
Rekid,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
The Blues Magoos,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Sheep,
the Normal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Wells,
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.