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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Wings to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Rosa Yemen,
Sandy B,
Freddie Wadling,
Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Accadde A,
Symarip,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
The Dead C,
Laurel Aitken,
Y Pants,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
John Lydon,
Fad Gadget,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
Piero Umiliani,
the Soft Cell,
June Days,
Adolescents,
the Association,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
The Young Rascals,
Whodini,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott Heron,
D'Angelo,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey,
Vainqueur,
Crime,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.