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 Maldives and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 The Last Poets to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gichy Dan,
Deakin,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
the Slits,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ossler,
In Retrospect,
The Smoke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy Collins,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MC5,
Talk Talk,
H. Thieme,
Brand Nubian,
Maurizio,
Faust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quantec,
Fluxion,
Essential Logic,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans,
Prince Buster,
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonic Youth,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
Smog,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
Colin Newman,
Basic Channel,
The Count Five,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.