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 Uganda and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
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 organ 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 Livin' Joy to the punk 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
The Angels of Light,
The Smoke,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
Patti Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
Animal Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Holt,
Hashim,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Near,
Harry Pussy,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
The Buckinghams,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
FM Einheit,
Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Kinks,
Fugazi,
Michelle Simonal,
Rosa Yemen,
The Names,
a-ha,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Bowie,
Davy DMX,
Radiohead,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.