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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Hoover to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Kas Product,
Shoche,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
Warsaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
Urselle,
Von Mondo,
Angry Samoans,
The Tremeloes,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Graham Central Station,
Harry Pussy,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lucky Dragons,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Busters,
The Happenings,
The Invisible,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moleskins,
the Human League,
Jandek,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
John Foxx,
Warren Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
Pagans,
Junior Murvin,
Arcadia,
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.