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 Nauru and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Whodini 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Tommy Roe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
The Litter,
World's Most,
MC5,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
Tres Demented,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
Unwound,
the Association,
Cal Tjader,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Lydon,
Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
LL Cool J,
AZ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
Bush Tetras,
Spandau Ballet,
Patti Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pretty Things,
Blossom Toes,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads,
The Leaves,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sex Pistols,
Gerry Rafferty,
The United States of America,
Morten Harket,
Eric Copeland,
Royal Trux,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
a-ha,
Todd Terry,
Public Enemy,
Brick,
Visage,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
Eric B and Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.