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 India and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Stockholm Monsters to the disco 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
Urselle,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers,
DNA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
Fela Kuti,
the Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-102,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxy Music,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Searchers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson,
Carl Craig,
Stiv Bators,
Archie Shepp,
Vainqueur,
The Monks,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
The Durutti Column,
Drive Like Jehu,
Juan Atkins,
The Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.