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 Senegal and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Swans 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Grey Daturas,
Vainqueur,
Mandrill,
Scion,
Nico,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
The Toasters,
Quadrant,
Hashim,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
Television,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Names,
Idris Muhammad,
the Slits,
MC5,
the Germs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
Suicide,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deakin,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.