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 Dominica and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Kerrie Biddell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rakim,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
Television Personalities,
Dark Day,
Lyres,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
Accadde A,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Martian,
Motorama,
Sällskapet,
Darondo,
Peter & Gordon,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Freddie Wadling,
Theoretical Girls,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
Zero Boys,
the Germs,
Absolute Body Control,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gap Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flash Fearless,
Cheater Slicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Newcleus,
Surgeon,
Magazine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Henry Cow,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doors,
Slick Rick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wings,
Franke,
Howard Jones,
Smog,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
The Associates,
Tubeway Army,
Shoche,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.