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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Arcadia to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
The Knickerbockers,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
The Fall,
Wings,
Magma,
Babytalk,
Suicide,
Bobby Sherman,
Yazoo,
Clear Light,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maleditus Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Techniques,
The Martian,
Qualms,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
Deepchord,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Joyce Sims,
Hoover,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Fat Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc.,
Saccharine Trust,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.