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 Qatar and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 The Stooges to the electroclash 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skriet,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Harry Pussy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marmalade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fear,
The Five Americans,
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
Lyres,
John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Severed Heads,
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
Sound Behaviour,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Copeland,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Young Marble Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
PIL,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
Sparks,
Steve Hackett,
The Names,
Fad Gadget,
Sex Pistols,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
Ultravox,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.