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 Albania and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sight & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Sex Pistols,
Sugar Minott,
Delta 5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magazine,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Babytalk,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
Das Ding,
The Stooges,
Hot Snakes,
Moss Icon,
Skarface,
The Golliwogs,
Dawn Penn,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
The Gladiators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nirvana,
Unwound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swell Maps,
The Mummies,
Mr. Review,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
Whodini,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aural Exciters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eve St. Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dave Gahan,
Q and Not U,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.