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 Tanzania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Laurel Aitken to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Sex Pistols,
Junior Murvin,
Alphaville,
Moebius,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Simply Red,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
Aural Exciters,
PIL,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
The Wake,
Idris Muhammad,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Sandy B,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Christie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.