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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Davy DMX to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Görl,
Minny Pops,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Association,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
Colin Newman,
Ronan,
The Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
Sandy B,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
Ponytail,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anthony Braxton,
Donald Byrd,
Scion,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Lakeside,
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
Howard Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hoover,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
John Lydon,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.