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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Unrelated Segments to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unwound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
Schoolly D,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy Collins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Sheep,
Hardrive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
Scrapy,
Index,
Outsiders,
Alison Limerick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
Connie Case,
Panda Bear,
Sonic Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABBA,
Yazoo,
DJ Sneak,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
Desert Stars,
Camouflage,
Flash Fearless,
Easy Going,
Motorama,
The Names,
Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.