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 Kiribati and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
These Immortal Souls,
Simply Red,
Jawbox,
Cymande,
Liliput,
The Barracudas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kayak,
Bluetip,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Age Steppers,
World's Most,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
Pussy Galore,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Underground Resistance,
The Standells,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
The Fugs,
Mantronix,
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Mo-Dettes,
Sex Pistols,
Alphaville,
Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alton Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
The Offenders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zero Boys,
The Fall,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
Radiohead,
Juan Atkins,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-101,
Agitation Free,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.