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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris & Cosey to the jazz 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Junior Murvin,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
Mars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liliput,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
Parry Music,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
Wasted Youth,
Anakelly,
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cowsills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gun Club,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Inner City,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
Barrington Levy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fugazi,
The Buckinghams,
Byron Stingily,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mummies,
Scrapy,
Absolute Body Control,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.