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 Korea North and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Flesh Eaters to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rapeman,
Amazonics,
The Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quadrant,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Teasers,
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
Mantronix,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
Dead Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
Deepchord,
The Selecter,
The Techniques,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
kango's stein massive,
Suicide,
ABBA,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
Scrapy,
Das Ding,
Robert Hood,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Japan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Parrish,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cure,
The Durutti Column,
Peter & Gordon,
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
a-ha,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.