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 Chile and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 The Victims to the funk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
Robert Hood,
Loose Ends,
The Pop Group,
Rapeman,
Jacques Brel,
Vainqueur,
The Vogues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Reagan Youth,
Siglo XX,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
Brick,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Remains,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Lynne,
The J.B.'s,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
the Germs,
Brass Construction,
Arthur Verocai,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
World's Most,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.