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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eden Ahbez to the funk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aural Exciters,
The Stooges,
Gong,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Von Mondo,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
Crime,
The Invisible,
a-ha,
Cameo,
The Victims,
Skaos,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
These Immortal Souls,
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Lyres,
Carl Craig,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lakeside,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
Urselle,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson,
Slave,
Television,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suicide,
The Residents,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Minor Threat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül II,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
Bronski Beat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
Easy Going,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.