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 Rwanda and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Royal Trux to the grunge 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Don Cherry,
AZ,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Mills,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
F. McDonald,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Sherman,
Pole,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Lakeside,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drexciya,
The Fuzztones,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rites of Spring,
The Angels of Light,
Funkadelic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.