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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire 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?
Sight & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
The Moleskins,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Reagan Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rod Modell,
Pagans,
Aloha Tigers,
Joyce Sims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
Hardrive,
Grauzone,
The Victims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Altered Images,
Bluetip,
Charles Mingus,
T.S.O.L.,
Monolake,
China Crisis,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
Eurythmics,
Television Personalities,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare,
Max Romeo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.