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 Cuba and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Gil Scott Heron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Angels of Light,
Symarip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective,
The New Christs,
Sister Nancy,
Bauhaus,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Essential Logic,
Dawn Penn,
Tom Boy,
X-102,
Kool Moe Dee,
PIL,
F. McDonald,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
Kaleidoscope,
Silicon Teens,
Cameo,
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Selecter,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
Skriet,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
The Litter,
Donald Byrd,
Sandy B,
Rites of Spring,
New York Dolls,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris & Cosey,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
UT,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.