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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Flipper,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
Index,
Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Sixth Finger,
The Cowsills,
EPMD,
Toni Rubio,
Half Japanese,
Dual Sessions,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
The Litter,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neu!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
Barclay James Harvest,
Interpol,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Talk Talk,
Kurtis Blow,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
Rosa Yemen,
Au Pairs,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.