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 Hungary and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 Mandrill to the electroclash 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Reuben Wilson,
Yaz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy,
Fatback Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-102,
the Human League,
Darondo,
Lalann,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül,
Severed Heads,
Ohio Players,
L. Decosne,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s,
Hardrive,
Eve St. Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oblivians,
Absolute Body Control,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Los Fastidios,
Lucky Dragons,
John Cale,
Excepter,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
The Velvet Underground,
Babytalk,
Skarface,
Newcleus,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.