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 Micronesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Yaz to the disco 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
Eric Copeland,
Peter and Kerry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
K-Klass,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
DNA,
Lakeside,
The Real Kids,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Animal Collective,
Neu!,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mars,
Supertramp,
Royal Trux,
Ludus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
Michelle Simonal,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fluxion,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
FM Einheit,
Quando Quango,
Main Source,
Hasil Adkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rosa Yemen,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Leonard Cohen,
Marmalade,
Black Moon,
The Cramps,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.