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 Congo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Cheater Slicks to the crunk 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Alice Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
Nas,
Chris Corsano,
Aloha Tigers,
Faraquet,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Techniques,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
E-Dancer,
La Düsseldorf,
Outsiders,
Carl Craig,
CMW,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
New York Dolls,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
Qualms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
Ituana,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mars,
The Barracudas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
Liliput,
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wings,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product,
The Sonics,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.