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 the UAE and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Mantronix to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Roxette,
Suicide,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
Pantaleimon,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
Wally Richardson,
The Young Rascals,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Massinfluence,
The Fugs,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sparks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
Scientists,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pierre Henry,
Patti Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
a-ha,
The Stooges,
Soul II Soul,
B.T. Express,
Kayak,
Altered Images,
The Move,
Masters at Work,
the Germs,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eddi Front,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Victims,
Matthew Halsall,
Rapeman,
kango's stein massive,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.