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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 The Evens to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Urselle,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Offenders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Lynne,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fire Engines,
Brick,
Pylon,
DNA,
Q65,
Eddi Front,
Zapp,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
Quando Quango,
Girls At Our Best!,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
Main Source,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thompson Twins,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
The Cure,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
Anthony Braxton,
Magazine,
X-101,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
Hot Snakes,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.