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 Lebanon and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 The Martian to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dead C,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül II,
Sight & Sound,
the Association,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
Rekid,
Con Funk Shun,
the Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Audionom,
The Knickerbockers,
The Tremeloes,
Adolescents,
Fela Kuti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
The Barracudas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
Basic Channel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick May,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
The Stooges,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aswad,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cluster,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.