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 Fiji and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlback to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
Subhumans,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liliput,
The Count Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
Smog,
Skriet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Scrapy,
Moebius,
The Trojans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors,
Black Moon,
Eden Ahbez,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
Basic Channel,
Pere Ubu,
Urselle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q65,
CMW,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
The Buckinghams,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Schoolly D,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dead Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
Talk Talk,
The Red Krayola,
Television,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun City Girls,
Pole,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.