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 Dominican Republic and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Star Department to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
Livin' Joy,
Sex Pistols,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dennis Brown,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sound,
Basic Channel,
Pole,
Main Source,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
Stiv Bators,
Rakim,
Royal Trux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
10cc,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
The Busters,
The Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
The Litter,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.