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 Guyana and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 the Fania All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Flamin' Groovies,
Buzzcocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
ABBA,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
MDC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
Loose Ends,
Moebius,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fall,
Stetsasonic,
Urselle,
Leonard Cohen,
Yaz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
the Sonics,
One Last Wish,
a-ha,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
Fela Kuti,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Max Romeo,
Technova,
The Gun Club,
Crispy Ambulance,
Subhumans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
The Motions,
Dead Boys,
Ohio Players,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sandy B,
The Victims,
JFA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Wake,
Interpol,
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
Jawbox,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.