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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wasted Youth to the crunk 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
the Human League,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
Connie Case,
Steve Hackett,
Slick Rick,
OOIOO,
The Dirtbombs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
Circle Jerks,
Monolake,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
John Holt,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mars,
Neil Young,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q and Not U,
The Offenders,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
Fatback Band,
10cc,
Average White Band,
The Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
Skriet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liliput,
The Velvet Underground,
New York Dolls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
The Victims,
June Days,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Sherman,
Barrington Levy,
Sällskapet,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.