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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Aloha Tigers to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Searchers,
10cc,
Soft Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
New York Dolls,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Y Pants,
Q and Not U,
Pole,
Donald Byrd,
Cameo,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Names,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters,
Grey Daturas,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
X-101,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
Accadde A,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Busters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mojo Men,
Gabor Szabo,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
Thompson Twins,
The Divine Comedy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.