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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vogues to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marine Girls,
Iggy Pop,
DNA,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moby Grape,
MDC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harmonia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon,
Nas,
Sparks,
Maurizio,
Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Fatback Band,
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
The Monks,
Malaria!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mojo Men,
Erykah Badu,
Essential Logic,
Tom Boy,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Goldenarms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hot Snakes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
Scan 7,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Move,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Supertramp,
Marvin Gaye,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.