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 Lithuania and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Busters 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
PIL,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
Zero Boys,
Drexciya,
Deakin,
Monolake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantytec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The United States of America,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rosa Yemen,
The Golliwogs,
Audionom,
Lou Reed,
the Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television,
Arab on Radar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Gang Gang Dance,
Graham Central Station,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Mills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
The Wake,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
Buzzcocks,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Style,
Erasure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
Minor Threat,
Swell Maps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
Man Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.