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 Guinea-Bissau and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 K-Klass to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Minor Threat,
Jacques Brel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Near,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
Dave Gahan,
Ten City,
John Holt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
Gichy Dan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vainqueur,
Henry Cow,
John Cale,
a-ha,
The Doors,
Youth Brigade,
James White and The Blacks,
Liliput,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Bananas,
Joy Division,
Spandau Ballet,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon,
Trumans Water,
Monolake,
Toni Rubio,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
Sound Behaviour,
the Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Funky Four + One,
the Normal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cramps,
Underground Resistance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.