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 France and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Move to the disco 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
FM Einheit,
Essential Logic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aloha Tigers,
Hasil Adkins,
kango's stein massive,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Mills,
Franke,
Neu!,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Green,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Half Japanese,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fortunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
48th St. Collective,
X-101,
Yellowson,
Danielle Patucci,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
The Count Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Misunderstood,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners,
Schoolly D,
Marmalade,
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers,
Das Ding,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.