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 Tanzania 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the crunk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Royal Trux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Circle Jerks,
Skriet,
Camouflage,
MC5,
Dark Day,
Deepchord,
Franke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fat Boys,
Bang On A Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brass Construction,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mummies,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
Bluetip,
The Skatalites,
Guru Guru,
Soft Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
Danielle Patucci,
EPMD,
John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
Oneida,
Bobby Byrd,
Magma,
Cymande,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fad Gadget,
Rosa Yemen,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
Rod Modell,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.