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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris Corsano to the disco 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
The Birthday Party,
Scion,
Monks,
Eurythmics,
The Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
Lightning Bolt,
The Raincoats,
The Kinks,
Magma,
ABC,
Buzzcocks,
the Germs,
Janne Schatter,
Henry Cow,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
Tubeway Army,
Junior Murvin,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
Flipper,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
Gang Green,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
The Wake,
Section 25,
Moebius,
Graham Central Station,
The Stooges,
Infiniti,
Pantaleimon,
Massinfluence,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
June Days,
Desert Stars,
New Order,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heaven 17,
Clear Light,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.