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 Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
Marmalade,
Patti Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
Prince Buster,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
Alice Coltrane,
a-ha,
Amazonics,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
Unwound,
Terry Callier,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sparks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Section 25,
Pole,
Archie Shepp,
Blake Baxter,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
The Gun Club,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sex Pistols,
Banda Bassotti,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
David McCallum,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.