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 Malaysia 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 H. Thieme to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Ronan,
Bill Wells,
Blake Baxter,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q65,
The Music Machine,
Scan 7,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
Dead Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
Ken Boothe,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Trojans,
T.S.O.L.,
Newcleus,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
Tom Boy,
Interpol,
Ultravox,
Ten City,
John Holt,
Gang Green,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
The Fugs,
Audionom,
The Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Intrusion,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spandau Ballet,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.