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 Malta and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Skaos to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
cv313,
JFA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
The Monks,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock,
Motorama,
Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
Lightning Bolt,
Au Pairs,
Grauzone,
Liliput,
Little Man,
Simply Red,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Motions,
The Gories,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doobie Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Harmonia,
La Düsseldorf,
Q65,
Andrew Hill,
Procol Harum,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
The Slits,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
Drexciya,
UT,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warsaw,
Quadrant,
Robert Görl,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lakeside,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.