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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Jeff Mills to the jazz 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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Radiohead,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy,
Porter Ricks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Order,
Sexual Harrassment,
One Last Wish,
Lyres,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Roxette,
Wire,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
The Standells,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
Tubeway Army,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
The Happenings,
Harmonia,
Desert Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Tres Demented,
Barrington Levy,
Rotary Connection,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
Henry Cow,
The Victims,
Severed Heads,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
Al Stewart,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
OOIOO,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
Brass Construction,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.