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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pylon to the electroclash 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Names,
Idris Muhammad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pretty Things,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slits,
The Doors,
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Minutemen,
The Happenings,
Quadrant,
La Düsseldorf,
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
Parry Music,
Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Arthur Verocai,
The Move,
Bush Tetras,
Dorothy Ashby,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
Sound Behaviour,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
Funkadelic,
Byron Stingily,
B.T. Express,
Scion,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
Godley & Creme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.