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 Guinea 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 The Mojo Men to the techno 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
the Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders,
The Gun Club,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dead Boys,
Don Cherry,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord,
Kayak,
Joey Negro,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
Pere Ubu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers,
Erasure,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
Thee Headcoats,
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
Glenn Branca,
Liliput,
Loose Ends,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
Marshall Jefferson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Misunderstood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Patti Smith,
The Gap Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.