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 Bulgaria and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultra Naté to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Half Japanese,
X-101,
Altered Images,
Soulsonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
Zapp,
48th St. Collective,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moody Blues,
Sex Pistols,
Drexciya,
Motorama,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
the Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Steve Hackett,
Cybotron,
Easy Going,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
Boredoms,
Cameo,
Iggy Pop,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
Japan,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Maurizio,
DNA,
Warsaw,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
Brothers Johnson,
Visage,
Lindisfarne,
Cal Tjader,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.