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 Liechtenstein and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantytec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
Cymande,
Yazoo,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quadrant,
The Evens,
Archie Shepp,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
a-ha,
ABBA,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
Altered Images,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Junior Murvin,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
Easy Going,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
Sugar Minott,
Radio Birdman,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Victims,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Angels of Light,
Connie Case,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.