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 Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grime 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Golliwogs,
Magma,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Sheep,
X-102,
The Smoke,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
Ossler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
Porter Ricks,
The Index,
Black Bananas,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
Japan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ken Boothe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Symarip,
The Red Krayola,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kayak,
John Cale,
June of 44,
Ludus,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
The Modern Lovers,
Delta 5,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
Infiniti,
Los Fastidios,
PIL,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Basic Channel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.