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 Armenia 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
Dave Gahan,
Funky Four + One,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Christie,
Public Enemy,
the Association,
Cluster,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
Deakin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Motions,
Moby Grape,
The J.B.'s,
Blake Baxter,
Joy Division,
The Blackbyrds,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
The Black Dice,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
Faraquet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultravox,
The Gun Club,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
The Stooges,
Marcia Griffiths,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
Tubeway Army,
Hoover,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.