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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dead Boys to the punk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Skriet,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slave,
Funky Four + One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cybotron,
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
Roxette,
The Wake,
Hoover,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
Subhumans,
Average White Band,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
Gong,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
The Move,
The Remains,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minny Pops,
John Holt,
Television Personalities,
Harpers Bizarre,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
Tropical Tobacco,
48th St. Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
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.