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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 B.T. Express to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rites of Spring,
Don Cherry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
The Busters,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
Visage,
Negative Approach,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
Cybotron,
Dave Gahan,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
Mandrill,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
The Zeros,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Sex Pistols,
Nico,
The Associates,
Soul II Soul,
Organ,
Angry Samoans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Los Fastidios,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.