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 Mali and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Normal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Second Layer,
Kas Product,
The Motions,
Main Source,
Franke,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
New Order,
Parry Music,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marine Girls,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index,
The Mummies,
Alton Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
The Moleskins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
CMW,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Victims,
The Sound,
Roxette,
Grey Daturas,
Essential Logic,
Arab on Radar,
Eden Ahbez,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
Colin Newman,
Aswad,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Style,
The Black Dice,
10cc,
Althea and Donna,
John Holt,
Can,
Janne Schatter,
Sonic Youth,
Y Pants,
Reuben Wilson,
The Busters,
Scan 7,
Subhumans,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.