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 Venezuela 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Interpol to the grime 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Intrusion,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Associates,
Pagans,
X-101,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
The Stooges,
Whodini,
Johnny Osbourne,
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brick,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
UT,
Pharoah Sanders,
China Crisis,
Flash Fearless,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Agent Orange,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scientists,
Zapp,
Matthew Bourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Altered Images,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
The Doors,
Robert Hood,
Excepter,
Black Moon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.