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 Tunisia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Stiv Bators to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
the Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
Nico,
Black Moon,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Selecter,
Bobby Sherman,
Joy Division,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
Dennis Brown,
The Fall,
The Doors,
Hashim,
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
The Dead C,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blues Magoos,
Jawbox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Litter,
Rod Modell,
Kayak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nas,
The Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scan 7,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
The Buckinghams,
Funkadelic,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Interpol,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.