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 Monaco and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Rod Modell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Wasted Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aural Exciters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crooked Eye,
Metal Thangz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quantec,
L. Decosne,
Robert Görl,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sparks,
Moebius,
Dawn Penn,
The Golliwogs,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Organ,
The Star Department,
Little Man,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
PIL,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boredoms,
Joe Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Symarip,
Ultra Naté,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
Lalann,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
Thee Headcoats,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
The Vogues,
H. Thieme,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.