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 Monaco and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Y Pants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Gladiators,
The Associates,
Bauhaus,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes,
The Fugs,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
Visage,
Kas Product,
Wire,
Matthew Bourne,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Cymande,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eddi Front,
Dual Sessions,
Freddie Wadling,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Sherman,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Basic Channel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
LL Cool J,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
John Foxx,
Mo-Dettes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Television Personalities,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flipper,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Massinfluence,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.