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 Guinea and from Halifax.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 The Velvet Underground to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brass Construction,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Infiniti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yaz,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erykah Badu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Tears for Fears,
Moss Icon,
Bob Dylan,
Crooked Eye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Half Japanese,
Joensuu 1685,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Franke,
The Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
10cc,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
Joy Division,
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
MC5,
H. Thieme,
Albert Ayler,
The Raincoats,
Magma,
Cybotron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
Intrusion,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.