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 Colombia 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Second Layer,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
Massinfluence,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
MDC,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
This Heat,
Popol Vuh,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dead C,
David Bowie,
Faust,
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gong,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
Swell Maps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Hoover,
The J.B.'s,
Scion,
Television,
Suicide,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.