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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 New Age Steppers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smiths,
The Moleskins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Litter,
Visage,
The Dead C,
The Last Poets,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
Neil Young,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci,
Nico,
The New Christs,
Faust,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
The Happenings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flash Fearless,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
ABC,
Grauzone,
The Five Americans,
Q and Not U,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The American Breed,
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.