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 Mauritania and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Parry Music to the disco 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Susan Cadogan,
Wings,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Sheep,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
Blancmange,
The Human League,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Judy Mowatt,
Dead Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smoke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC,
Roxy Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Lydon,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
Glenn Branca,
Delta 5,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Foxx,
The Angels of Light,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Hill,
Boz Scaggs,
The Victims,
The Evens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skaos,
The Litter,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Cluster,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
The Wake,
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronan,
Johnny Clarke,
Faust,
Nico,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.