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 Cambodia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Tubeway Army to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Make Up,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Con Funk Shun,
Parry Music,
Darondo,
Neu!,
Joensuu 1685,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lakeside,
Public Enemy,
Rites of Spring,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
Slave,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
The Searchers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Ultravox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44,
JFA,
The Offenders,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
Infiniti,
The Invisible,
Audionom,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Style,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Severed Heads,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
The Move,
Vainqueur,
Motorama,
John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Underground Resistance,
Steve Hackett,
Warsaw,
Isaac Hayes,
The Grass Roots,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.