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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cybotron,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
The Raincoats,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
Tom Boy,
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joensuu 1685,
Alphaville,
Technova,
Junior Murvin,
Tim Buckley,
X-101,
Dark Day,
Cameo,
The Real Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker,
Slick Rick,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
Easy Going,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Section 25,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Sandy B,
The Misunderstood,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.