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 Ivory Coast and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Pere Ubu to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
Magma,
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Charles Mingus,
Blancmange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slackers,
The Birthday Party,
The Toasters,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
Von Mondo,
Chrome,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
Nico,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Swans,
Prince Buster,
Peter and Kerry,
Accadde A,
The Associates,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
The Happenings,
Sixth Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Walker Brothers,
Rekid,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
The Real Kids,
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Procol Harum,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aural Exciters,
Delta 5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Germs,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.