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 China and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Lyres to the techno 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Crime 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?
Mission of Burma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
The J.B.'s,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
Derrick Morgan,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
New Order,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
Soft Machine,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
Flash Fearless,
Jacob Miller,
Simply Red,
Mantronix,
Bauhaus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Terry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
Yellowson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minnie Riperton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Age Steppers,
the Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
The Victims,
Supertramp,
Rekid,
Laurel Aitken,
Darondo,
Little Man,
Technova,
Pantytec,
The Gun Club,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
Hot Snakes,
Roxy Music,
Tubeway Army,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.