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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Motions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
Trumans Water,
Gong,
Q65,
The Skatalites,
Tres Demented,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
Interpol,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
the Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare,
Joyce Sims,
Camouflage,
Hardrive,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
the Germs,
Talk Talk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Au Pairs,
The Motions,
Kas Product,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
L. Decosne,
Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
OOIOO,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
Quantec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang of Four,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ten City,
New Order,
Alphaville,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.