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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 FM Einheit to the grunge 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
Ultravox,
The Dead C,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Finger,
Khruangbin,
Ossler,
The Selecter,
The Saints,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Names,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faraquet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
the Association,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blackbyrds,
David Bowie,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The American Breed,
The Motions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
Connie Case,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
EPMD,
the Germs,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masters at Work,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
Shoche,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
Danielle Patucci,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.