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 Madagascar and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Avey Tare to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
The Motions,
JFA,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Chrome,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Saints,
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
the Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
The Real Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
a-ha,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
The Blues Magoos,
Lakeside,
The Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moleskins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flipper,
Public Enemy,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.