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 Peru and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
Suicide,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fad Gadget,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantytec,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
Rites of Spring,
Sun City Girls,
This Heat,
Vladislav Delay,
John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
Thompson Twins,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
Ten City,
Organ,
Funkadelic,
Bauhaus,
E-Dancer,
Connie Case,
The Music Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Aaron Thompson,
Reagan Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Basic Channel,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacques Brel,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
Zero Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
Cheater Slicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.