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 Kenya and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Lungfish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Near,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
Visage,
Lyres,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Japan,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
Goldenarms,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
Subhumans,
Severed Heads,
Bush Tetras,
The Dead C,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxette,
Swans,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
OOIOO,
Whodini,
The Move,
Don Cherry,
Newcleus,
Sällskapet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yaz,
David McCallum,
Massinfluence,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marine Girls,
Q65,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.