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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Yellowson,
The Stooges,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Busters,
Cameo,
The Knickerbockers,
Juan Atkins,
Tubeway Army,
Iggy Pop,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Ken Boothe,
Faraquet,
Howard Jones,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
Boredoms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eddi Front,
Television,
Junior Murvin,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
The Skatalites,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
June of 44,
Amon Düül,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
Schoolly D,
Urselle,
Bluetip,
John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Nico,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
Pere Ubu,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.