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 Portugal and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Lakeside to the crunk 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Graham Central Station,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Black Dice,
The Gun Club,
The Happenings,
These Immortal Souls,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
Main Source,
Roxette,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
Buzzcocks,
The Names,
The American Breed,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fugs,
The Slackers,
Cal Tjader,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monochrome Set,
Das Ding,
Flipper,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Half Japanese,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp.,
Parry Music,
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
Susan Cadogan,
Moebius,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.