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 Jordan 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 DJ Style to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
DNA,
Warsaw,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen,
Los Fastidios,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crash Course in Science,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D,
Yaz,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mars,
Althea and Donna,
Neu!,
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars,
PIL,
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
Johnny Clarke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Accadde A,
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barry Ungar,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends,
Porter Ricks,
Young Marble Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zero Boys,
Au Pairs,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
Lalann,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.