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 Madagascar and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry's Kids to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Cowsills,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Wells,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
the Bar-Kays,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth,
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Inner City,
Television,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mojo Men,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
The Monks,
Marine Girls,
Mad Mike,
Can,
Juan Atkins,
The Leaves,
New Order,
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Modern Lovers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cymande,
Skriet,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bush Tetras,
Reuben Wilson,
MDC,
John Foxx,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
The New Christs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
The Residents,
Faust,
Laurel Aitken,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
Johnny Clarke,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.