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 Philippines 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Normal to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Joe Smooth,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
Q65,
Smog,
The Smiths,
Gong,
Sällskapet,
Young Marble Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
Depeche Mode,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
The Last Poets,
Janne Schatter,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
Black Flag,
Little Man,
Anthony Braxton,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
Erykah Badu,
Crash Course in Science,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
Eddi Front,
Eli Mardock,
Colin Newman,
The Red Krayola,
The Count Five,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.