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 Jordan and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 R.M.O. to the crunk 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Max Romeo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stereo Dub,
Cybotron,
Oneida,
Ronan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blake Baxter,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
Fugazi,
Blancmange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drexciya,
Newcleus,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang of Four,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
the Association,
Jacques Brel,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
Niagra,
The Invisible,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mr. Review,
Ohio Players,
The Residents,
DJ Style,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ,
The Saints,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
the Sonics,
The Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.