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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Mary Jane Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris Corsano,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cecil Taylor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
Mantronix,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bad Manners,
Gang Gang Dance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang On A Can,
Wally Richardson,
Yazoo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Ice-T,
T. Rex,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare,
Rod Modell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.