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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Normal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Roxy Music,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
Hasil Adkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
Whodini,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
The Vogues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dark Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Massinfluence,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
Bush Tetras,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
Icehouse,
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Main Source,
In Retrospect,
Average White Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Pus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
cv313,
Black Moon,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
Roger Hodgson,
Connie Case,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.