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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Susan Cadogan to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Godley & Creme,
Iggy Pop,
Susan Cadogan,
Make Up,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Dead Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
In Retrospect,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
Kurtis Blow,
Skriet,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood,
Porter Ricks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ten City,
Adolescents,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
The Raincoats,
Symarip,
Nas,
Juan Atkins,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lakeside,
Tommy Roe,
the Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Byron Stingily,
Das Ding,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
Minutemen,
The Move,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.