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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bauhaus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
Talk Talk,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Interpol,
Pylon,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme,
Technova,
Rhythm & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Dorothy Ashby,
In Retrospect,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül II,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals,
Lyres,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Standells,
Ten City,
Eli Mardock,
Unrelated Segments,
Organ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Grass Roots,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mantronix,
Johnny Clarke,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
MC5,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lungfish,
Intrusion,
The Kinks,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Bananas,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Wyatt,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.