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 Senegal and from Salvador.
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 Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 ABBA to the rap 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Audionom,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie,
Bad Manners,
Rekid,
Fat Boys,
The Smoke,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fad Gadget,
Rotary Connection,
Jeru the Damaja,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Flag,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
The Leaves,
Simply Red,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lakeside,
Camouflage,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
The Trojans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
Shuggie Otis,
Masters at Work,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
Das Ding,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
Susan Cadogan,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick Morgan,
Mantronix,
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
Main Source,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.