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 Gabon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Evens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Excepter,
Patti Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
John Holt,
Ronnie Foster,
Cymande,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
Severed Heads,
The Smoke,
Dark Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
Drexciya,
The Golliwogs,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mummies,
Sarah Menescal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J,
Harmonia,
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall,
R.M.O.,
Bauhaus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funkadelic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
Anakelly,
E-Dancer,
Wally Richardson,
L. Decosne,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.