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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quando Quango to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
Cymande,
The Music Machine,
The Young Rascals,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cheater Slicks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Red Krayola,
Warren Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ludus,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unwound,
Susan Cadogan,
The Skatalites,
Alison Limerick,
the Germs,
Skarface,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
The Raincoats,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
Camouflage,
Kayak,
Heaven 17,
Al Stewart,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
Kenny Larkin,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
The Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.