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 Mexico and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
The Moleskins,
Fela Kuti,
Wally Richardson,
Cluster,
June of 44,
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Slick Rick,
Al Stewart,
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Kurtis Blow,
John Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pole,
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Real Kids,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
Visage,
Half Japanese,
Stiv Bators,
Vainqueur,
Quadrant,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
The Smiths,
Arcadia,
Scratch Acid,
Dave Gahan,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Wells,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül II,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
Roxette,
The Black Dice,
Scan 7,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.