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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 the Bar-Kays to the rock 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
Bauhaus,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput,
Bob Dylan,
Echospace,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Interpol,
Marmalade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
This Heat,
Index,
Mr. Review,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
Radiohead,
Animal Collective,
the Slits,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
Michelle Simonal,
MC5,
Archie Shepp,
Panda Bear,
Eddi Front,
Cybotron,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skarface,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monks,
K-Klass,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Vogues,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
Minutemen,
Colin Newman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magazine,
The Doors,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul II Soul,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.