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 Grenada and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barbara Tucker to the funk 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Yaz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wings,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alton Ellis,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
Stetsasonic,
The Wake,
Derrick May,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flash Fearless,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kevin Saunderson,
T. Rex,
Nas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dead C,
Can,
Slave,
Metal Thangz,
Anakelly,
The Remains,
The Birthday Party,
The Smoke,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
Jerry's Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Kerri Chandler,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ohio Players,
Das Ding,
AZ,
Ludus,
Deakin,
Darondo,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
The Busters,
Joe Smooth,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
Pantytec,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.