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 Uganda and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Normal to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Sparks,
Skriet,
Henry Cow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lungfish,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minny Pops,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Franke,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends,
New Order,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Khruangbin,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Porter Ricks,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
The Cramps,
Inner City,
The Zeros,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra,
Brick,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mo-Dettes,
Skarface,
Ossler,
FM Einheit,
The Fugs,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.