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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Five Americans to the funk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
China Crisis,
Tim Buckley,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sällskapet,
Dave Gahan,
Bang On A Can,
Toni Rubio,
Scientists,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
Janne Schatter,
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
ABBA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Judy Mowatt,
Reagan Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Radio Birdman,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Heaven 17,
Aloha Tigers,
Fad Gadget,
Funky Four + One,
Pere Ubu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail,
The Cure,
E-Dancer,
R.M.O.,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The United States of America,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry,
The Toasters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dead Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.