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 Monaco and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bauhaus to the rap 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s.
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 Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Monolake,
Fluxion,
Todd Terry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Desert Stars,
John Holt,
Technova,
Quantec,
Arcadia,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed,
Heaven 17,
Dead Boys,
MDC,
Mantronix,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Banda Bassotti,
The Knickerbockers,
Icehouse,
Kurtis Blow,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
Quadrant,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
Kevin Saunderson,
Das Ding,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultra Naté,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.