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 Costa Rica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Aaron Thompson to the techno 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
The Misunderstood,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
Roxette,
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work,
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
Kerri Chandler,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Danielle Patucci,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Association,
CMW,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Qualms,
Spoonie Gee,
New Age Steppers,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Moon,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.