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 Denmark and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Glenn Branca to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
Talk Talk,
The Saints,
Visage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
Scion,
Outsiders,
Absolute Body Control,
Mars,
Nico,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slave,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nas,
La Düsseldorf,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
The Index,
June Days,
The Red Krayola,
The Dirtbombs,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Teasers,
Scientists,
Fela Kuti,
Sparks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Toni Rubio,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sugar Minott,
The United States of America,
ABBA,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Roxy Music,
Anakelly,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
Schoolly D,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.