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 United States and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Quantec,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
Stereo Dub,
The Searchers,
This Heat,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
Thompson Twins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols,
Oneida,
The J.B.'s,
Gong,
Charles Mingus,
Basic Channel,
Fluxion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras,
Youth Brigade,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
Sister Nancy,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wally Richardson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry,
Kurtis Blow,
Slave,
Urselle,
Maurizio,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
Tropical Tobacco,
JFA,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pierre Henry,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
Buzzcocks,
Josef K,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
Skriet,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.