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 Bulgaria and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Newcleus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Roxette,
Gong,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
48th St. Collective,
D'Angelo,
Guru Guru,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
Joe Finger,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
Make Up,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
Babytalk,
Arcadia,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
The Vogues,
Zapp,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
David Axelrod,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minny Pops,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
Warsaw,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.