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 Benin and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tomorrow to the grime 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Lakeside,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Bauhaus,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacob Miller,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mandrill,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sparks,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed,
Lightning Bolt,
The J.B.'s,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
Bobby Womack,
Brick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tim Buckley,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liliput,
Barbara Tucker,
Thee Headcoats,
the Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Siglo XX,
Japan,
Oneida,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
A Certain Ratio,
Josef K,
Junior Murvin,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
The Litter,
Country Teasers,
Jerry's Kids,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.