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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Bad Manners to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harmonia,
Black Pus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Patti Smith,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wire,
The Cramps,
Nico,
Simply Red,
The Kinks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dawn Penn,
Clear Light,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
Kaleidoscope,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
Howard Jones,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Sarah Menescal,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mojo Men,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
Rekid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Section 25,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.