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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 The Techniques to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
John Lydon,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Dead Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
Ice-T,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Anakelly,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pop Group,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Sneak,
The Real Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
Magma,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre,
K-Klass,
The Saints,
Crash Course in Science,
The Walker Brothers,
Pole,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
Howard Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
Letta Mbulu,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.