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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronan,
Joey Negro,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mars,
Fat Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Liliput,
Cameo,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Popol Vuh,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
The Associates,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visage,
Pantaleimon,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
The Slits,
Smog,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.