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 United Kingdom and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Delta 5 to the disco 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Sonic Youth,
Trumans Water,
The Barracudas,
Rosa Yemen,
Angry Samoans,
The Fall,
Donny Hathaway,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy Collins,
Nik Kershaw,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
The Golliwogs,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick May,
Television,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
The United States of America,
The Flesh Eaters,
Silicon Teens,
Scan 7,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
Mad Mike,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gladiators,
The J.B.'s,
The Vogues,
Aswad,
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
Harmonia,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
Intrusion,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
World's Most,
The Remains,
Black Pus,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Niagra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Laurel Aitken,
Yazoo,
Black Moon,
Royal Trux,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.