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 Liberia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alton Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
Spoonie Gee,
Buzzcocks,
DNA,
Alphaville,
Junior Murvin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scan 7,
The Invisible,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare,
Franke,
Babytalk,
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
JFA,
Inner City,
Negative Approach,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
The Names,
Hot Snakes,
Scientists,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alison Limerick,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
Ohio Players,
Colin Newman,
Tears for Fears,
Technova,
the Swans,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Grass Roots,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Cal Tjader,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.