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 Colombia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Basic Channel to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MDC,
Aswad,
Slick Rick,
Sparks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
Parry Music,
Rites of Spring,
Moebius,
In Retrospect,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
The Gun Club,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Aural Exciters,
Mission of Burma,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantaleimon,
Deepchord,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
Warsaw,
Joy Division,
Black Flag,
Livin' Joy,
Barry Ungar,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
The Saints,
Dead Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
Swell Maps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
The Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
Magazine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.