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 Ecuador and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley,
Laurel Aitken,
Whodini,
Fluxion,
Roxette,
Cameo,
Nico,
Niagra,
UT,
Monks,
Warsaw,
Wasted Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick May,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Davy DMX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
Mad Mike,
Dark Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
B.T. Express,
MC5,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Magma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
Idris Muhammad,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
Black Sheep,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party,
The Slackers,
Technova,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.