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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 The Real Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
Blake Baxter,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Magazine,
Anakelly,
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
World's Most,
the Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marmalade,
Eddi Front,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange,
David McCallum,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
D'Angelo,
Radio Birdman,
In Retrospect,
Minor Threat,
Gong,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
Harmonia,
Technova,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Sneak,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
Faust,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.