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 Romania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Idris Muhammad to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Symarip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tres Demented,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
The Zeros,
Shoche,
Slave,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scrapy,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
UT,
Quando Quango,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
Ponytail,
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dead C,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Busters,
The Gories,
Isaac Hayes,
The Neon Judgement,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Grey Daturas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick May,
Agitation Free,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aswad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.