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 Haiti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerri Chandler to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Flag,
the Bar-Kays,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
Quadrant,
Magma,
Andrew Hill,
The Kinks,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronnie Foster,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
The Toasters,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Royal Trux,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
JFA,
Brand Nubian,
Wire,
Joyce Sims,
Flipper,
Max Romeo,
Icehouse,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
Gong,
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Terry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
Rekid,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warsaw,
Liliput,
Judy Mowatt,
Fluxion,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultravox,
Pantytec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.