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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Germs,
The Invisible,
The Leaves,
Danielle Patucci,
John Holt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thee Headcoats,
Scrapy,
Interpol,
Ossler,
The Modern Lovers,
Donald Byrd,
Moebius,
Severed Heads,
Buzzcocks,
The Saints,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker,
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Five Americans,
Byron Stingily,
Spandau Ballet,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donny Hathaway,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
Davy DMX,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rites of Spring,
The Misunderstood,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.