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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the dance 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Rosa Yemen,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Saints,
The Star Department,
Von Mondo,
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
Qualms,
Bang On A Can,
Oneida,
John Coltrane,
Hashim,
Mars,
Sight & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
T.S.O.L.,
Malaria!,
Connie Case,
Au Pairs,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun City Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
Lindisfarne,
Mo-Dettes,
L. Decosne,
Ronan,
Bronski Beat,
Brick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
The Cure,
The Dirtbombs,
Tres Demented,
The J.B.'s,
Patti Smith,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marine Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Ken Boothe,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.