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 Germany and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Skatalites 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gladiators,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear,
Skriet,
CMW,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barrington Levy,
Swell Maps,
Wally Richardson,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Star Department,
The Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel,
Dual Sessions,
Yellowson,
the Germs,
Intrusion,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
Television,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barry Ungar,
The Searchers,
Duran Duran,
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
Theoretical Girls,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
The Blackbyrds,
The Saints,
X-102,
EPMD,
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
These Immortal Souls,
Terry Callier,
Harmonia,
Babytalk,
Shoche,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.