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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 T.S.O.L. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
Excepter,
Avey Tare,
Siglo XX,
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gong,
The Mummies,
Cymande,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product,
The New Christs,
Clear Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
Q and Not U,
Quantec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
The Cowsills,
Nas,
The Invisible,
The Modern Lovers,
The Grass Roots,
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
Newcleus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gastr Del Sol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
Patti Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.