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 United States and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gladiators to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quando Quango,
Idris Muhammad,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
EPMD,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
Arab on Radar,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker,
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bluetip,
Darondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Association,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
The Pop Group,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
This Heat,
Angry Samoans,
Morten Harket,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pussy Galore,
The Cramps,
X-102,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
Wire,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.