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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
Ultra Naté,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pagans,
Funky Four + One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wolf Eyes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
Tim Buckley,
Cecil Taylor,
Tommy Roe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
David McCallum,
Bootsy Collins,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
Silicon Teens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hardrive,
Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian,
The Selecter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth,
The United States of America,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra,
Magma,
Subhumans,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
The Black Dice,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minutemen,
Soul II Soul,
Neu!,
Shoche,
Scott Walker,
Steve Hackett,
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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.