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 San Marino and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Tears for Fears,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Angels of Light,
Zapp,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
The Cowsills,
Tom Boy,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
Chris & Cosey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kenny Larkin,
Funkadelic,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Nils Olav,
John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Dolphy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
PIL,
The Music Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalann,
Black Sheep,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slackers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warren Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unrelated Segments,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
Byron Stingily,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
K-Klass,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camouflage,
The Techniques,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.