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 San Marino and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Metal Thangz to the funk 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
Kevin Saunderson,
Model 500,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
John Lydon,
Visage,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pagans,
Blake Baxter,
Goldenarms,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brothers Johnson,
The Happenings,
Cheater Slicks,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
Audionom,
Al Stewart,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
the Soft Cell,
Wire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Hill,
The Slits,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cymande,
Warsaw,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.