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 Syria and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
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 rhodes 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 Smiths to the funk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
F. McDonald,
Excepter,
Harmonia,
Circle Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mr. Review,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young,
DJ Sneak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Dolphy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
PIL,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
Ossler,
Graham Central Station,
Nico,
Easy Going,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
Royal Trux,
Derrick Morgan,
Bush Tetras,
Wasted Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
U.S. Maple,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
Youth Brigade,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.