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 Lesotho and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aloha Tigers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shuggie Otis,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
Crispy Ambulance,
Janne Schatter,
John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
Roger Hodgson,
The Birthday Party,
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter,
AZ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Copeland,
Japan,
Yaz,
Loose Ends,
Scientists,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up,
LL Cool J,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
Max Romeo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
Ronnie Foster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
U.S. Maple,
B.T. Express,
The Cowsills,
Chris Corsano,
Mad Mike,
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.