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 United States and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Royal Trux to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aural Exciters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
48th St. Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Style,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
the Germs,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
Black Moon,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence,
Patti Smith,
Crime,
FM Einheit,
Infiniti,
Brass Construction,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
Ten City,
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
The Gladiators,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Drexciya,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
The Move,
Dual Sessions,
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
The Names,
Jacob Miller,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.