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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 The Techniques to the dance 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Happenings,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
Inner City,
Talk Talk,
The Motions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker,
Warsaw,
The Names,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
Quando Quango,
Brand Nubian,
the Association,
Gichy Dan,
Reagan Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wolf Eyes,
Gong,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mad Mike,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
The Sound,
The Searchers,
Swell Maps,
Jerry's Kids,
Moss Icon,
Minor Threat,
Public Enemy,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
Tres Demented,
Jawbox,
Swans,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.