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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bizarre Inc. to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Christie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
Reagan Youth,
Sparks,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter & Gordon,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
The Wake,
In Retrospect,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon,
Henry Cow,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
Flipper,
Parry Music,
Camouflage,
The Star Department,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Funkadelic,
Stetsasonic,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
Mars,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
Rapeman,
The Human League,
Japan,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
Agitation Free,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.