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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Jeff Mills to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
X-102,
Second Layer,
The Birthday Party,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crooked Eye,
Nico,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Green,
Bauhaus,
Bronski Beat,
The Victims,
Morten Harket,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q65,
MC5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
Hoover,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
Kurtis Blow,
Yaz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Remains,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Al Stewart,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Bourne,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Searchers,
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.