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 India and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 CMW to the jazz 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liliput,
Harry Pussy,
the Association,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
Japan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül,
Throbbing Gristle,
CMW,
ABC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
This Heat,
the Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Janne Schatter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ten City,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
Skarface,
Parry Music,
Soulsonic Force,
AZ,
Nico,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.