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 Denmark and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Rosa Yemen 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
Robert Görl,
Dennis Brown,
Von Mondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
The Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
The Slits,
CMW,
Boredoms,
Moby Grape,
These Immortal Souls,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Mills,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Audionom,
Traffic Nightmare,
Make Up,
World's Most,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
Brand Nubian,
Skaos,
Minnie Riperton,
the Germs,
Porter Ricks,
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
Rod Modell,
MC5,
Stereo Dub,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
The Saints,
Cameo,
The Misunderstood,
The Selecter,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.