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 Iceland 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Matthew Halsall to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Count Five,
Blossom Toes,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crime,
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
Tres Demented,
Dark Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mark Hollis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nas,
Robert Wyatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Brick,
Stetsasonic,
Pere Ubu,
The Young Rascals,
Michelle Simonal,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gories,
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brass Construction,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
Q65,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
Clear Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
Bill Wells,
Mandrill,
Kerri Chandler,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nils Olav,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.