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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Music Machine to the electroclash 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pretty Things,
The Gories,
Carl Craig,
CMW,
The Pop Group,
the Germs,
Chrome,
Magazine,
Slick Rick,
Surgeon,
Stetsasonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Nils Olav,
In Retrospect,
David Bowie,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
Sparks,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Birthday Party,
Pole,
Schoolly D,
Joy Division,
Country Teasers,
Pylon,
Crooked Eye,
The Vogues,
Lou Christie,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones,
Interpol,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
Sight & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Metal Thangz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Basic Channel,
The Star Department,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yaz,
Crispy Ambulance,
T. Rex,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.