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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Vainqueur to the grunge 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Stereo Dub,
Thompson Twins,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
Sam Rivers,
H. Thieme,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
The Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Music Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
The Zeros,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
The Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Victims,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
Y Pants,
David Axelrod,
Negative Approach,
Derrick May,
Pere Ubu,
The Gun Club,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mo-Dettes,
Eli Mardock,
Alphaville,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.