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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Bill Near to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
X-102,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
This Heat,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blues Magoos,
Massinfluence,
The Litter,
The Remains,
Q and Not U,
Eric Copeland,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dirtbombs,
Aaron Thompson,
Smog,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Womack,
Can,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
L. Decosne,
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
The Angels of Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Masters at Work,
Joy Division,
The Misunderstood,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.