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 India and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Black Bananas,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stetsasonic,
Bluetip,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
Saccharine Trust,
Television,
Joyce Sims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
Wire,
The Techniques,
Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Terry,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Buckinghams,
Toni Rubio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
The Birthday Party,
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras,
Mr. Review,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Severed Heads,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
KRS-One,
Lakeside,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.