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 Turkmenistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra,
Erasure,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxy Music,
Bluetip,
Kaleidoscope,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Hood,
The Fuzztones,
Das Ding,
Colin Newman,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Young Rascals,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ice-T,
Depeche Mode,
Infiniti,
Quantec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
The Dave Clark Five,
Newcleus,
Japan,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
World's Most,
Throbbing Gristle,
Clear Light,
the Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
Unwound,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
Stetsasonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Parry Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
Joensuu 1685,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.