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 Brazil and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 DJ Sneak to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wolf Eyes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moody Blues,
Alison Limerick,
Angry Samoans,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
The Raincoats,
Byron Stingily,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sister Nancy,
Ken Boothe,
the Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
Skriet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gories,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
Swell Maps,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
10cc,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
The Human League,
Alton Ellis,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
Los Fastidios,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics,
Grauzone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rapeman,
Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Sun City Girls,
Black Flag,
Joyce Sims,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.