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 Nicaragua and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Patti Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blossom Toes,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
The J.B.'s,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
Stetsasonic,
Toni Rubio,
Cecil Taylor,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
Depeche Mode,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
Swans,
Aswad,
The Monochrome Set,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur,
Oneida,
The Smiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blancmange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
June of 44,
Don Cherry,
Tim Buckley,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.