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 Fiji 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Average White Band to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minny Pops,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Excepter,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
Technova,
Eurythmics,
Lightning Bolt,
Quadrant,
the Association,
Moss Icon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mummies,
Roxette,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
The Pretty Things,
Scion,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
CMW,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
Harry Pussy,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
Japan,
Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Ultra Naté,
The Human League,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.