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 Israel and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Bananas to the funk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Basic Channel,
The Golliwogs,
Donald Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
the Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Leaves,
Idris Muhammad,
Massinfluence,
Frankie Knuckles,
Absolute Body Control,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Saccharine Trust,
The Motions,
Anakelly,
Wally Richardson,
Flash Fearless,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Almond,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
Yaz,
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
Surgeon,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
Erykah Badu,
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roger Hodgson,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
the Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.