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 Swaziland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Flash Fearless to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harry Pussy,
Sandy B,
Scion,
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Moon,
Unrelated Segments,
David Axelrod,
Angry Samoans,
Icehouse,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
Fad Gadget,
The Star Department,
FM Einheit,
Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
ABBA,
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Whodini,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Saints,
Aswad,
MDC,
Judy Mowatt,
Brick,
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald,
Siglo XX,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Byrd,
JFA,
Kurtis Blow,
Flash Fearless,
Metal Thangz,
The Raincoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
Joey Negro,
Buzzcocks,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.