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 Cameroon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lou Christie to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Style,
Fluxion,
Dead Boys,
Monolake,
The Misunderstood,
The Searchers,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
Michelle Simonal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange,
Peter and Kerry,
B.T. Express,
Magma,
Newcleus,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
China Crisis,
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brass Construction,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Aural Exciters,
The Smoke,
Monks,
a-ha,
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roger Hodgson,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DNA,
Pulsallama,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
Q and Not U,
Joyce Sims,
The Move,
Lindisfarne,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.