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 Afghanistan and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Harpers Bizarre 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
Popol Vuh,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boredoms,
Bronski Beat,
Khruangbin,
Severed Heads,
Bauhaus,
Babytalk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
Kerri Chandler,
Moss Icon,
Visage,
Bootsy Collins,
Wings,
Cal Tjader,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agitation Free,
Don Cherry,
Circle Jerks,
Erasure,
Youth Brigade,
EPMD,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
cv313,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
Schoolly D,
Derrick May,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
Mo-Dettes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.