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 Bahamas and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Traffic Nightmare to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Buzzcocks,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Newcleus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
The Velvet Underground,
Desert Stars,
Blancmange,
Heaven 17,
Mandrill,
Icehouse,
JFA,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faust,
Magma,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Buckinghams,
Frankie Knuckles,
Supertramp,
the Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swans,
ABC,
The Blues Magoos,
The Black Dice,
Slick Rick,
Joyce Sims,
Model 500,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
China Crisis,
10cc,
Tommy Roe,
Crash Course in Science,
The Zeros,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.