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 Russia and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Crooked Eye to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Clarke,
The Birthday Party,
The Standells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
R.M.O.,
The Music Machine,
Ituana,
Symarip,
The Saints,
The Dirtbombs,
Schoolly D,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mars,
T. Rex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
LL Cool J,
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brick,
Simply Red,
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monks,
Lakeside,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
The Mojo Men,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
Erasure,
In Retrospect,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
Pantaleimon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.