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 Oman and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Mary Jane Girls to the dance 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Ohio Players,
The Fortunes,
The Martian,
Masters at Work,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
Buzzcocks,
Jacob Miller,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hardrive,
Archie Shepp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
Dorothy Ashby,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
Zapp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
Rufus Thomas,
Harmonia,
Inner City,
Idris Muhammad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hoover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
New York Dolls,
Minny Pops,
cv313,
Altered Images,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
Wire,
Intrusion,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.