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 Palau and from New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Simply Red to the punk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Henry Cow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Star Department,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scrapy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
Iggy Pop,
Lyres,
Max Romeo,
The Red Krayola,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
Can,
Ronan,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
Loose Ends,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pop Group,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sight & Sound,
The Stooges,
Ice-T,
Tom Boy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman,
FM Einheit,
Joyce Sims,
Vladislav Delay,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.