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 Lithuania and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the punk 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Oblivians,
Camouflage,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Slits,
Von Mondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Morten Harket,
Marvin Gaye,
Excepter,
EPMD,
Cluster,
Donald Byrd,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners,
Prince Buster,
Rekid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
Suburban Knight,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
Technova,
Y Pants,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Main Source,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eurythmics,
John Coltrane,
Mantronix,
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.