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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Minnie Riperton to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Bill Near,
Lower 48,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
Hoover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
Interpol,
Ronan,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
Cameo,
Monolake,
Jacques Brel,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantaleimon,
Suicide,
Rod Modell,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
Slave,
the Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aaron Thompson,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Popol Vuh,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
Sixth Finger,
Boredoms,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.