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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the techno 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
Alison Limerick,
Janne Schatter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sex Pistols,
World's Most,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eddi Front,
The Golliwogs,
Minny Pops,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
Jandek,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
Josef K,
Desert Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tommy Roe,
The Wake,
Agitation Free,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter & Gordon,
Byron Stingily,
Section 25,
Bobby Sherman,
The Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doobie Brothers,
JFA,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
Kaleidoscope,
Unwound,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.