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 Mozambique and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Avey Tare to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
Kayak,
Unrelated Segments,
Maurizio,
The Walker Brothers,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Martian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boz Scaggs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Babytalk,
Tears for Fears,
Icehouse,
Ronan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
KRS-One,
Blancmange,
The Gun Club,
Bang On A Can,
Darondo,
Intrusion,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
Bobby Sherman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Saccharine Trust,
Shuggie Otis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television,
T. Rex,
Aural Exciters,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.