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 Comoros and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Iggy Pop to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
James White and The Blacks,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rapeman,
Eve St. Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Wasted Youth,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
the Germs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gun Club,
KRS-One,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band,
Nas,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
L. Decosne,
The Count Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aural Exciters,
This Heat,
Ultravox,
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
Ludus,
Animal Collective,
Drexciya,
Gong,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Oneida,
The Techniques,
Eurythmics,
Eric Copeland,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lungfish,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.