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 Grenada and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 48th St. Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
X-102,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
Cymande,
the Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warsaw,
Sandy B,
The Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Livin' Joy,
X-101,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Mills,
China Crisis,
Graham Central Station,
Wire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donald Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fugs,
Motorama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
Sound Behaviour,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
New Order,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.