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 Tanzania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Foxx to the disco 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Zapp,
Delta 5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fall,
Swell Maps,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
Sugar Minott,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Zero Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
One Last Wish,
Procol Harum,
Pulsallama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Hill,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
Isaac Hayes,
Dennis Brown,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
Faraquet,
Jacques Brel,
John Holt,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Circle Jerks,
The Zeros,
Banda Bassotti,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers,
The Leaves,
Make Up,
Amon Düül II,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.