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 Ghana and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tears for Fears to the techno 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
UT,
Heaven 17,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
AZ,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
Scientists,
La Düsseldorf,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange,
Mr. Review,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
Wolf Eyes,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visage,
Todd Rundgren,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
Nirvana,
Tubeway Army,
Trumans Water,
Jerry's Kids,
Altered Images,
Franke,
the Association,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
The Mummies,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Pus,
Neu!,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.