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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Harmonia to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Oblivians,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Sight & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
Byron Stingily,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
EPMD,
Joy Division,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slits,
Dual Sessions,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Enemy,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tom Boy,
KRS-One,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Second Layer,
DJ Sneak,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Bowie,
The Moody Blues,
Au Pairs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David McCallum,
Slave,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.