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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Wasted Youth to the rock 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
PIL,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MDC,
Harry Pussy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
Eve St. Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Order,
Suburban Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minutemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
Zapp,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
Ponytail,
Rakim,
Flipper,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Zeros,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Negative Approach,
Cybotron,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
The Walker Brothers,
Nico,
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
Pere Ubu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kas Product,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.