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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 B.T. Express to the funk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Erasure,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Barracudas,
ABC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
Godley & Creme,
The Associates,
Althea and Donna,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Smog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Subhumans,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Lynne,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
The Pretty Things,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
Cymande,
Albert Ayler,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hot Snakes,
Bad Manners,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
The Mojo Men,
Swans,
The Residents,
Harry Pussy,
Minor Threat,
Goldenarms,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
Roxette,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.