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 Turkey and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
Model 500,
Tommy Roe,
Ken Boothe,
Rites of Spring,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scratch Acid,
Accadde A,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
The United States of America,
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
Prince Buster,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Young Rascals,
Fugazi,
Tears for Fears,
Absolute Body Control,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
Suburban Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Misunderstood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
The Residents,
Clear Light,
Anthony Braxton,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Junior Murvin,
New Order,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.