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 Iran and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Mo-Dettes to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
The Standells,
Japan,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
Subhumans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sällskapet,
Sound Behaviour,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Dolphy,
Blancmange,
Depeche Mode,
Spoonie Gee,
The Real Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Surgeon,
Thompson Twins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerri Chandler,
Circle Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun City Girls,
Procol Harum,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks,
Wolf Eyes,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
Newcleus,
Joyce Sims,
Severed Heads,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
The Fuzztones,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.