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 Netherlands and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siglo XX to the jazz 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
Pylon,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
Visage,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Basic Channel,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smiths,
Judy Mowatt,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
The Fugs,
Fluxion,
Rapeman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MC5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fortunes,
Warsaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Urselle,
Scan 7,
John Lydon,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Carl Craig,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Hill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Hoover,
PIL,
Depeche Mode,
Arab on Radar,
The Velvet Underground,
Franke,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.