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 France and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Stockholm Monsters 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Ten City,
Vainqueur,
The Fall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Görl,
Depeche Mode,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
Sex Pistols,
The Smiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
Kas Product,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Black Dice,
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
The Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sound Behaviour,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Fugs,
Magazine,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kayak,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Frankie Knuckles,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pierre Henry,
Supertramp,
Quantec,
The Monochrome Set,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
Marmalade,
Babytalk,
Fugazi,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.