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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Glambeats Corp. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
The Stooges,
Don Cherry,
Freddie Wadling,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
Ice-T,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Infiniti,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra,
Altered Images,
Lebanon Hanover,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas,
Smog,
Radiohead,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Human League,
The Associates,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Finger,
Sparks,
Camouflage,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine,
Cameo,
Anthony Braxton,
Monolake,
Kayak,
Livin' Joy,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Letta Mbulu,
Stetsasonic,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
Max Romeo,
The Wake,
Neu!,
Johnny Clarke,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.