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 Tajikistan and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Schoolly D to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Harmonia,
John Holt,
Aaron Thompson,
Ten City,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James White and The Blacks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alton Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Albert Ayler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Loose Ends,
New York Dolls,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
Mission of Burma,
Sparks,
a-ha,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
The Mummies,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays,
cv313,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sight & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
Basic Channel,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed,
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
Nik Kershaw,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.