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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Black Dice to the funk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Divine Comedy,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
The Toasters,
Monolake,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
Altered Images,
L. Decosne,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
Whodini,
Unwound,
Malaria!,
Pantytec,
Absolute Body Control,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Michelle Simonal,
Bluetip,
Negative Approach,
Shoche,
The Modern Lovers,
Donald Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Mills,
The Selecter,
Crime,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sam Rivers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
KRS-One,
Alphaville,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.