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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Marshall Jefferson to the techno 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
Subhumans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Dave Gahan,
Bronski Beat,
Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
Tears for Fears,
Ice-T,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yaz,
Mark Hollis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glenn Branca,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MDC,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lakeside,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
Laurel Aitken,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Porter Ricks,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monks,
Delta 5,
Chris & Cosey,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Normal,
ABC,
Black Bananas,
Ken Boothe,
UT,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
Ultravox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Selecter,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.