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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shadows of Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bauhaus,
Mars,
The Slits,
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
Prince Buster,
Angry Samoans,
Mad Mike,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Y Pants,
Funky Four + One,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scrapy,
Average White Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Flipper,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Birthday Party,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donny Hathaway,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacques Brel,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.