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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cybotron,
Davy DMX,
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
Sugar Minott,
Shoche,
Radiohead,
Masters at Work,
Cecil Taylor,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
the Association,
The Dead C,
The Gap Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick May,
Yusef Lateef,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
Anakelly,
Stetsasonic,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABBA,
Royal Trux,
Smog,
E-Dancer,
R.M.O.,
the Slits,
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy Collins,
Ossler,
Slave,
Juan Atkins,
Skriet,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.