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 Jordan and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 The Black Dice to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler 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 techno 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pulsallama,
The Stooges,
Faust,
The Count Five,
Smog,
The Selecter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Cameo,
The Remains,
Drive Like Jehu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
Wally Richardson,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
The American Breed,
The Doors,
Oblivians,
The Busters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mantronix,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
MDC,
The Birthday Party,
Althea and Donna,
Tom Boy,
Leonard Cohen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
Pantytec,
Los Fastidios,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.