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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Wells,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Starr,
Monks,
Faraquet,
Audionom,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
Junior Murvin,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
Byron Stingily,
Connie Case,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
The Slackers,
The Sonics,
Yellowson,
Pulsallama,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Wake,
The Motions,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Green,
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
Main Source,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lyres,
Technova,
The Zeros,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Bar-Kays,
Essential Logic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.