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 Mozambique and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mad Mike to the techno 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
Funky Four + One,
L. Decosne,
Todd Terry,
Mantronix,
Thompson Twins,
The Golliwogs,
Bluetip,
Davy DMX,
CMW,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantaleimon,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
Youth Brigade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ten City,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
MC5,
The Last Poets,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
The Beau Brummels,
OOIOO,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angry Samoans,
Pylon,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
Glenn Branca,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers,
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
Rites of Spring,
Basic Channel,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tres Demented,
Soul II Soul,
The Searchers,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.