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 Kiribati and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 LL Cool J to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
Scientists,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dead Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Intrusion,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
Supertramp,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan,
Camouflage,
Darondo,
Basic Channel,
The Martian,
The Leaves,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Malaria!,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
the Human League,
Nils Olav,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
The Neon Judgement,
OOIOO,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aswad,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
Isaac Hayes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Ohio Players,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
Sex Pistols,
X-101,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.