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 Montenegro and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sparks to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs 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?
The Divine Comedy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
The Slackers,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Remains,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gladiators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eurythmics,
Morten Harket,
Alphaville,
Newcleus,
Nik Kershaw,
Tears for Fears,
Pierre Henry,
The Tremeloes,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Godley & Creme,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Flag,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
Simply Red,
Barry Ungar,
Neu!,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit,
Sällskapet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.