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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells,
Tears for Fears,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul II Soul,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Vogues,
DJ Style,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians,
Archie Shepp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
Henry Cow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
Maurizio,
Deadbeat,
T.S.O.L.,
Quantec,
Rapeman,
The Smiths,
X-101,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
Surgeon,
the Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.