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 Niger and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Human League to the grime 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
Pussy Galore,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
Infiniti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronnie Foster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Basic Channel,
Mr. Review,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
The Blackbyrds,
Y Pants,
Aural Exciters,
U.S. Maple,
Kenny Larkin,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
Erasure,
Schoolly D,
Can,
The Red Krayola,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Order,
Man Parrish,
The Cure,
The Residents,
Dead Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
AZ,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ludus,
Joy Division,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The United States of America,
Banda Bassotti,
Cymande,
the Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.