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 Kiribati and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rap 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Godley & Creme,
Los Fastidios,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cowsills,
Harmonia,
The Stooges,
The Walker Brothers,
Hoover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Silicon Teens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sixth Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
China Crisis,
Maurizio,
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
The Dead C,
New York Dolls,
Tim Buckley,
The Human League,
Unwound,
Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Liliput,
Negative Approach,
Spandau Ballet,
Anthony Braxton,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
The Techniques,
Altered Images,
Black Moon,
Ultravox,
DJ Style,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
The Neon Judgement,
Mars,
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks,
Hardrive,
Heaven 17,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doors,
The Star Department,
Desert Stars,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.