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 Dominica and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Shoche to the crunk 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiohead,
The Trojans,
Television Personalities,
Ponytail,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mars,
Technova,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Shadows of Knight,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Supertramp,
48th St. Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
The Saints,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liliput,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker,
The Litter,
Faraquet,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Symarip,
The Real Kids,
Excepter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
Ossler,
Marvin Gaye,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.