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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fugazi to the jazz 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Graham Central Station,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heaven 17,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Severed Heads,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
Nation of Ulysses,
World's Most,
The Gun Club,
Fear,
Barry Ungar,
Sonic Youth,
Schoolly D,
MDC,
The Star Department,
Althea and Donna,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
Cymande,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kurtis Blow,
the Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
Japan,
Niagra,
Con Funk Shun,
the Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
The Motions,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway,
Siglo XX,
Black Sheep,
Rotary Connection,
Surgeon,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.