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 Congo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Franke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
Infiniti,
The Fugs,
Arcadia,
The Tremeloes,
Darondo,
Magma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Birthday Party,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
Organ,
Dark Day,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Section 25,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Half Japanese,
Fugazi,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Das Ding,
Dual Sessions,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
Goldenarms,
John Lydon,
Wings,
Crime,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
Tom Boy,
Shuggie Otis,
Skarface,
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.