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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Graham Central Station to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Kurtis Blow,
Wire,
Patti Smith,
Chrome,
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Rundgren,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
Sparks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
Oblivians,
In Retrospect,
Marmalade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül,
Fear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Count Five,
Wings,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
kango's stein massive,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.