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 Mauritius and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Buzzcocks to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
the Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Sheep,
Prince Buster,
Skarface,
Mo-Dettes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Skatalites,
The Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Lalann,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
One Last Wish,
Infiniti,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reagan Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Godley & Creme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
Morten Harket,
Roxette,
James White and The Blacks,
The Litter,
John Holt,
Monolake,
Procol Harum,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
Marvin Gaye,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.