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 Singapore and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Barracudas to the electroclash 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Wire,
The Cowsills,
Pylon,
The Buckinghams,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Whodini,
Fad Gadget,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
The Durutti Column,
The Techniques,
The Trojans,
the Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faust,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Style,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
Eli Mardock,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blancmange,
Hashim,
The Dead C,
Nils Olav,
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
The New Christs,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
DNA,
Icehouse,
Easy Going,
ABC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skaos,
The Grass Roots,
Audionom,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.