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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Grass Roots to the electroclash 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire 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?
Boogie Down Productions,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joey Negro,
The Vogues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
Carl Craig,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Invisible,
Lungfish,
Interpol,
MC5,
Gichy Dan,
Bad Manners,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
Dawn Penn,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Searchers,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp,
Fatback Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Parrish,
Oneida,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yaz,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
Ohio Players,
Half Japanese,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
H. Thieme,
Kurtis Blow,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dead C,
Bush Tetras,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Icehouse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.