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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Liliput to the jazz 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
The Evens,
Neil Young,
The Human League,
Newcleus,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
New Age Steppers,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joyce Sims,
Angry Samoans,
Thee Headcoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-102,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
Flash Fearless,
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
Television,
Cybotron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spoonie Gee,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Slits,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
The Associates,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang of Four,
Simply Red,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.