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 Armenia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Velvet Underground,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
Lou Reed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dark Day,
The Seeds,
Mandrill,
Susan Cadogan,
H. Thieme,
Main Source,
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick,
Duran Duran,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantytec,
Interpol,
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
Nirvana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX,
Amazonics,
Lower 48,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Darondo,
Neu!,
The Alarm Clocks,
June Days,
John Holt,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
World's Most,
ABBA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Max Romeo,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
The Misunderstood,
Easy Going,
The Slackers,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.