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 United States and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Mills to the electroclash 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Fire Engines,
Lyres,
The Dead C,
Fear,
Jeff Mills,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
Niagra,
Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
10cc,
Eddi Front,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw,
Iggy Pop,
The New Christs,
L. Decosne,
Yellowson,
The Toasters,
Ponytail,
Aswad,
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
Blancmange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Darondo,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
The Real Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Severed Heads,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.