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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 Section 25 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
Whodini,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
Mandrill,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Womack,
The Young Rascals,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Motions,
Sister Nancy,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
Thee Headcoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
Hoover,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
The Cure,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Mills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pretty Things,
The Residents,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
Absolute Body Control,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sonics,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Nils Olav,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.