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 Liberia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantytec to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
Jawbox,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit,
the Slits,
Swans,
The Durutti Column,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
The Gories,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Guru Guru,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Terry,
The Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
Toni Rubio,
Pantytec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Laurel Aitken,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Boredoms,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Walker Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
Rakim,
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
Ludus,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Near,
The Offenders,
cv313,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Bananas,
Thompson Twins,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.