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 Niger and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Motions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Moon,
B.T. Express,
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fortunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
Bronski Beat,
Main Source,
Pantaleimon,
Bob Dylan,
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Massinfluence,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
The Move,
OOIOO,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Christie,
The Names,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Saccharine Trust,
Aloha Tigers,
Archie Shepp,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
Niagra,
Thee Headcoats,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
This Heat,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.