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 Cape Verde and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Suburban Knight to the funk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
The Last Poets,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
Sandy B,
Radiohead,
MC5,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thompson Twins,
PIL,
David Bowie,
EPMD,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Starr,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
F. McDonald,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barrington Levy,
Television,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monochrome Set,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABBA,
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
Tom Boy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers,
Kaleidoscope,
Index,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
John Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
Circle Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
Suicide,
Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.