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 Laos and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Model 500 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Sam Rivers,
Janne Schatter,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rekid,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
L. Decosne,
Grey Daturas,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
LL Cool J,
The Grass Roots,
E-Dancer,
Ralphi Rosario,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blues Magoos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Urselle,
The United States of America,
David McCallum,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
Altered Images,
Radio Birdman,
Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
cv313,
Cymande,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mandrill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Desert Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.