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 Somalia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blake Baxter to the funk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fluxion,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
Depeche Mode,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quantec,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiohead,
The Trojans,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Prince Buster,
Rapeman,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
The Modern Lovers,
Henry Cow,
The Happenings,
Surgeon,
The Blues Magoos,
China Crisis,
Faraquet,
OOIOO,
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Style,
Idris Muhammad,
Kurtis Blow,
Byron Stingily,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Al Stewart,
Quadrant,
The Residents,
Erasure,
Robert Görl,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Names,
The Angels of Light,
Los Fastidios,
H. Thieme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.