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 Chile and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Bluetip to the techno 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
Eurythmics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spoonie Gee,
Leonard Cohen,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
Patti Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Vainqueur,
T.S.O.L.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Pus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
Fugazi,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
Goldenarms,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
This Heat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Basic Channel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Slits,
Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
John Lydon,
Johnny Clarke,
Davy DMX,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
The Smiths,
The Grass Roots,
Wolf Eyes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Accadde A,
DJ Sneak,
Clear Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.