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 Swaziland and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Christie to the grunge 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Motions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bush Tetras,
Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Delta 5,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Mills,
Porter Ricks,
the Association,
Scott Walker,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
The Music Machine,
The Martian,
World's Most,
Ken Boothe,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blues Magoos,
Pylon,
Lightning Bolt,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nils Olav,
The Fall,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
Blossom Toes,
Cluster,
Morten Harket,
The Angels of Light,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faust,
Mars,
The Gap Band,
Ten City,
Dead Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
Lucky Dragons,
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.