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 Morocco and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Black Flag to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suicide,
Rites of Spring,
The Buckinghams,
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
The Names,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
The Invisible,
Sarah Menescal,
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Whodini,
Ronan,
Essential Logic,
AZ,
James White and The Blacks,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Germs,
The Red Krayola,
Hot Snakes,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
Fear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
The Raincoats,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.