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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bill Wells to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dark Day,
The New Christs,
The Associates,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
Spandau Ballet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June of 44,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalann,
Newcleus,
The Buckinghams,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
Shuggie Otis,
Terry Callier,
The Victims,
Bad Manners,
Black Bananas,
CMW,
Stereo Dub,
X-102,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül,
Basic Channel,
Deadbeat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Busters,
The Zeros,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
Organ,
Archie Shepp,
Clear Light,
the Slits,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Moebius,
Moby Grape,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.