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 China and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bizarre Inc. to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
The Stooges,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Qualms,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Mills,
Faust,
Lalann,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hot Snakes,
Wally Richardson,
The Monks,
Cybotron,
Sandy B,
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Accadde A,
Scrapy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Sonic Youth,
The Slackers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
Groovy Waters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unrelated Segments,
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.