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 Yemen and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Barclay James Harvest to the crunk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
The Golliwogs,
Outsiders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Wire,
Pagans,
Ludus,
Skriet,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rapeman,
Nils Olav,
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
The Durutti Column,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Oneida,
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
Banda Bassotti,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
F. McDonald,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dawn Penn,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moby Grape,
The Skatalites,
Brick,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.