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 Bulgaria and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
Sonic Youth,
The Sound,
Amazonics,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
John Cale,
The Smoke,
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultravox,
The Buckinghams,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Toasters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Knickerbockers,
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
Bobby Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
Sugar Minott,
John Coltrane,
Hoover,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.