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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 J.B.'s to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
The Pop Group,
Barclay James Harvest,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
the Association,
Traffic Nightmare,
Livin' Joy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
The Mojo Men,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monolake,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science,
Throbbing Gristle,
Half Japanese,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rosa Yemen,
a-ha,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kas Product,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liliput,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
Wally Richardson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.