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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Chrome to the funk 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Depeche Mode,
Connie Case,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MDC,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
Sight & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker,
Alice Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Lalann,
Pet Shop Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers,
D'Angelo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Toasters,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
China Crisis,
Average White Band,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
Tom Boy,
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
Qualms,
Deakin,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
Bobby Sherman,
The Kinks,
Sarah Menescal,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.