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 Saudi Arabia and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Derrick Morgan to the crunk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
Suicide,
The Move,
Ronan,
La Düsseldorf,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat,
Byron Stingily,
Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cure,
Danielle Patucci,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
Swans,
The Happenings,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
Cymande,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light,
the Germs,
Quantec,
Qualms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps,
Barbara Tucker,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
Angry Samoans,
World's Most,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bronski Beat,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
Aaron Thompson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.