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 Dominican Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Tomorrow to the rock 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
The Victims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
Marc Almond,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dark Day,
CMW,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
The Zeros,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxette,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
Make Up,
Aloha Tigers,
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alice Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
The Cure,
Lyres,
The Sound,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana,
FM Einheit,
Drexciya,
Sarah Menescal,
Jawbox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Connie Case,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Wyatt,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.