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 St Lucia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Thompson Twins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Dead C,
Depeche Mode,
Bush Tetras,
The Slackers,
Fatback Band,
Metal Thangz,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Wire,
Ken Boothe,
Blancmange,
Unrelated Segments,
The Real Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Groovy Waters,
Tres Demented,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
Second Layer,
The Raincoats,
Von Mondo,
Hashim,
The Dirtbombs,
the Bar-Kays,
Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moody Blues,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
Tubeway Army,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers,
The Cowsills,
Interpol,
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
New Order,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zero Boys,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.