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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cameo,
Agitation Free,
The Golliwogs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echospace,
Masters at Work,
The Buckinghams,
Main Source,
Alphaville,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
Slave,
Rod Modell,
The Gladiators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Second Layer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Das Ding,
Fugazi,
Byron Stingily,
LL Cool J,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
The Victims,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
Swell Maps,
Michelle Simonal,
ABC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
Jandek,
Bad Manners,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Lindisfarne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.