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 San Marino and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The American Breed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
Livin' Joy,
Visage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
Main Source,
Television Personalities,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
the Association,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Style,
Lightning Bolt,
Vladislav Delay,
Pere Ubu,
Malaria!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
Gang of Four,
Intrusion,
Arcadia,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiohead,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Symarip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tim Buckley,
Japan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy,
The Fall,
The Names,
Blossom Toes,
Schoolly D,
the Bar-Kays,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.