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 Comoros 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
Rites of Spring,
Rufus Thomas,
Malaria!,
Lungfish,
Ronnie Foster,
The Red Krayola,
The Music Machine,
The Vogues,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oblivians,
Erasure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sonics,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
Faraquet,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire,
The Count Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun City Girls,
The Dead C,
Hardrive,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Negative Approach,
Dead Boys,
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
The Skatalites,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.