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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skriet,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pulsallama,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fuzztones,
Iggy Pop,
Technova,
The Monochrome Set,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
Danielle Patucci,
Suicide,
Magma,
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
Dark Day,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
the Normal,
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
Erykah Badu,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Görl,
Oblivians,
Wire,
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
Ornette Coleman,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
Fugazi,
The Divine Comedy,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
Soft Machine,
EPMD,
Man Parrish,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.