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 Libya and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 The Tremeloes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
Althea and Donna,
Man Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
H. Thieme,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
Smog,
Icehouse,
Derrick May,
Das Ding,
K-Klass,
Oneida,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
June Days,
Tears for Fears,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Starr,
Isaac Hayes,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
Excepter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
Make Up,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chrome,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.