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 Libya 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tubeway Army to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
Make Up,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
Ronan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
Harry Pussy,
The Moody Blues,
Mandrill,
Howard Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Darondo,
Aswad,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gun Club,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alice Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Wings,
the Germs,
JFA,
a-ha,
Bobby Womack,
Panda Bear,
X-101,
Black Flag,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Busters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
Todd Terry,
R.M.O.,
The Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Ornette Coleman,
The Buckinghams,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.