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 Iceland and from London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Todd Rundgren to the techno 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Accadde A,
The Smoke,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes,
Average White Band,
Yellowson,
Silicon Teens,
Lower 48,
Das Ding,
Jawbox,
Leonard Cohen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan,
Ossler,
Harry Pussy,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rites of Spring,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy,
Donald Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Index,
Fugazi,
David McCallum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango,
Dawn Penn,
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha,
Darondo,
MC5,
The Blackbyrds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
Cybotron,
Fear,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
Fluxion,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.