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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 The Busters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gladiators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Human League,
June Days,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
Nas,
The Vogues,
Whodini,
Rufus Thomas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Iggy Pop,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
The Litter,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
Deadbeat,
B.T. Express,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis,
The Moody Blues,
John Foxx,
the Association,
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Junior Murvin,
Main Source,
Nik Kershaw,
Parry Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fugazi,
Pagans,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.