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 Belize and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Organ to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantaleimon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
LL Cool J,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
Yaz,
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
Youth Brigade,
Lindisfarne,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick Morgan,
Pagans,
FM Einheit,
Eden Ahbez,
Yusef Lateef,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
Faraquet,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Lakeside,
The Blues Magoos,
Intrusion,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Selecter,
The Index,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.