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 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Dawn Penn to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
James White and The Blacks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monks,
UT,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station,
Lakeside,
Brothers Johnson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Techniques,
Don Cherry,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Model 500,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Country Teasers,
The Five Americans,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Wyatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Visage,
AZ,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
Minnie Riperton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter & Gordon,
Ponytail,
Aaron Thompson,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.