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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Gang Gang Dance to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Boogie Down Productions,
kango's stein massive,
Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Aloha Tigers,
Bad Manners,
The Golliwogs,
cv313,
DNA,
Warsaw,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
Rites of Spring,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Grauzone,
the Swans,
Visage,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Audionom,
Minor Threat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
The Gun Club,
Outsiders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.