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 Netherlands and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the crunk 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
U.S. Maple,
Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
The Star Department,
The Doors,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABBA,
Byron Stingily,
Magazine,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
Main Source,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Christie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moebius,
Radiopuhelimet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Max Romeo,
Angry Samoans,
Fugazi,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
Crime,
Ossler,
John Holt,
Pylon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
Television,
The Searchers,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.