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 Papua New Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Zero Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
AZ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television Personalities,
John Lydon,
Marine Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
The Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monks,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
the Normal,
Quantec,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül II,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
Minutemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Von Mondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The New Christs,
Mars,
Ronan,
Angry Samoans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Liliput,
Yazoo,
June of 44,
Model 500,
Whodini,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.