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 Bangladesh and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Style 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Sherman,
E-Dancer,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
Camberwell Now,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
Neu!,
ABC,
Howard Jones,
The Names,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
Wire,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
Monolake,
Rod Modell,
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
Television,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
Albert Ayler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Style,
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Flipper,
Maurizio,
Dark Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radio Birdman,
Yellowson,
Von Mondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Inner City,
Thee Headcoats,
June of 44,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.