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 Andorra and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flash Fearless to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
Slave,
Drexciya,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Bourne,
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now,
Porter Ricks,
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
Nico,
U.S. Maple,
Agitation Free,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Alton Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Ituana,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
Blake Baxter,
Franke,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
Stetsasonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swell Maps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Popol Vuh,
Little Man,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
Rites of Spring,
Sparks,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
Althea and Donna,
The Move,
The Star Department,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
the Bar-Kays,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.