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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Organ to the techno 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
CMW,
Unrelated Segments,
cv313,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül II,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
This Heat,
Half Japanese,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Gichy Dan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
LL Cool J,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fear,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
Pagans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
Radiohead,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June Days,
Cybotron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Black Dice,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delta 5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sound,
The Litter,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wolf Eyes,
Gong,
James White and The Blacks,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.