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 Barbados and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronan to the rap 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
the Association,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sugar Minott,
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Goldenarms,
Sam Rivers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
Newcleus,
Popol Vuh,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Searchers,
China Crisis,
The Last Poets,
The Cramps,
Al Stewart,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day,
Franke,
Monolake,
The Associates,
Moby Grape,
Donald Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
H. Thieme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Crime,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The United States of America,
The Blackbyrds,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.