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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 It's A Beautiful Day 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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Motions,
Liliput,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
Sandy B,
Roxette,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay,
Faraquet,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
Radio Birdman,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Human League,
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
New York Dolls,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
Moebius,
The Cramps,
Yazoo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
PIL,
Jeru the Damaja,
Qualms,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
Zapp,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.