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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bootsy Collins to the dance 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heaven 17,
ABC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Suicide,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mantronix,
Cluster,
D'Angelo,
Jacob Miller,
Mr. Review,
the Bar-Kays,
Monolake,
Gabor Szabo,
The Last Poets,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
Maleditus Sound,
The Happenings,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Barry Ungar,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minutemen,
Malaria!,
Mad Mike,
Letta Mbulu,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kurtis Blow,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Boz Scaggs,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.