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 Brazil and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit,
Scratch Acid,
Silicon Teens,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
Shoche,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
Anakelly,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Junior Murvin,
Donny Hathaway,
the Bar-Kays,
Wolf Eyes,
Organ,
The Techniques,
Black Pus,
The Smoke,
Dual Sessions,
Surgeon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visage,
Desert Stars,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
The Names,
Neil Young,
Sex Pistols,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.