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 Togo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Pretty Things to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
Nas,
Bluetip,
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Remains,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
Sparks,
Slick Rick,
The New Christs,
UT,
U.S. Maple,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül,
Outsiders,
Eddi Front,
Average White Band,
Wire,
John Lydon,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Reagan Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
Chris & Cosey,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
DJ Style,
Niagra,
Jeff Mills,
Mad Mike,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.