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 New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
Slick Rick,
F. McDonald,
Robert Görl,
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Saints,
Hot Snakes,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
CMW,
Brass Construction,
Visage,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
Eddi Front,
The Stooges,
Eve St. Jones,
Rekid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slits,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
Slave,
Monks,
the Normal,
Kas Product,
Nik Kershaw,
The Black Dice,
Man Parrish,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.