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 Iceland and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Terry Callier,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band,
Bronski Beat,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
the Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
Aswad,
EPMD,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
Chris Corsano,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
E-Dancer,
Lower 48,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
Josef K,
Reuben Wilson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nico,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scan 7,
cv313,
The Walker Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Enemy,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
Youth Brigade,
Hoover,
Ituana,
Joe Smooth,
The Kinks,
David Axelrod,
Pussy Galore,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.