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 Malawi and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 World's Most to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Cal Tjader,
Ituana,
the Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Japan,
Intrusion,
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
Joe Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sex Pistols,
Charles Mingus,
Scan 7,
MDC,
The Count Five,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Nik Kershaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Subhumans,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
UT,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
AZ,
Yazoo,
Delta 5,
Eden Ahbez,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
Underground Resistance,
The Fall,
Ice-T,
The Saints,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.