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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Ronan to the dance 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
World's Most,
Glambeats Corp.,
Goldenarms,
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry,
Quadrant,
Ornette Coleman,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Busters,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ken Boothe,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon,
Peter and Kerry,
Clear Light,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
Brass Construction,
Tim Buckley,
Ronnie Foster,
Flash Fearless,
the Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Godley & Creme,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
The Index,
New Order,
Minny Pops,
Scion,
Suburban Knight,
Sällskapet,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T. Rex,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Hill,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
Mr. Review,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Ponytail,
Q65,
The Martian,
Black Bananas,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.