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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 The Raincoats to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
Eve St. Jones,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
Clear Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Lynne,
The Residents,
Can,
Skarface,
DNA,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oneida,
kango's stein massive,
June Days,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MDC,
Accadde A,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Holt,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magma,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
Average White Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Blancmange,
Popol Vuh,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.