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 Korea South and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 a-ha to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
Dark Day,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
Slave,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacques Brel,
Zapp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Au Pairs,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
Mission of Burma,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Interpol,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Bourne,
Josef K,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scratch Acid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
Byron Stingily,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
R.M.O.,
The Fugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Clarke,
The American Breed,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.