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 Mauritius and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rapeman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
MC5,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
The Motions,
Pagans,
the Bar-Kays,
Neu!,
Popol Vuh,
The Techniques,
Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maurizio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dorothy Ashby,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
The Happenings,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
Urselle,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light,
Ossler,
Josef K,
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magazine,
The Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
Byron Stingily,
Negative Approach,
Donald Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Bourne,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.