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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reuben Wilson to the grunge 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Cowsills,
One Last Wish,
Ludus,
Cybotron,
Maleditus Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Darondo,
Smog,
X-101,
Jacob Miller,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stereo Dub,
The Searchers,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boz Scaggs,
Stetsasonic,
Aswad,
The Smiths,
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ohio Players,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
X-102,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
Scion,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Wake,
Nas,
Harry Pussy,
Alison Limerick,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
Marine Girls,
Sällskapet,
Sex Pistols,
The Busters,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The United States of America,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.