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 Romania and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shoche to the grime 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Music Machine,
LL Cool J,
Peter and Kerry,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mantronix,
The Slackers,
Spandau Ballet,
Television Personalities,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Associates,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joey Negro,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Desert Stars,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Can,
Silicon Teens,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Görl,
Iggy Pop,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
Jacques Brel,
Quantec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
The Victims,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
Nils Olav,
Joy Division,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.