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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 E-Dancer to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fat Boys,
Iggy Pop,
The Leaves,
Black Flag,
Glenn Branca,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hot Snakes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brothers Johnson,
Connie Case,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
Warsaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
Stetsasonic,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
Joe Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
The Grass Roots,
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Pus,
Monks,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
Terry Callier,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
The Doors,
The Slits,
Patti Smith,
E-Dancer,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.