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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Adolescents to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Pere Ubu,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar,
Silicon Teens,
Pet Shop Boys,
UT,
Trumans Water,
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thee Headcoats,
KRS-One,
Freddie Wadling,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
Royal Trux,
ABBA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
Kas Product,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
James White and The Blacks,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
Kerri Chandler,
Monks,
New Order,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
Amon Düül,
Bronski Beat,
Wire,
DNA,
Duran Duran,
Rapeman,
Joe Finger,
Davy DMX,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.