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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Birthday Party,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
Technova,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
Davy DMX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
Mo-Dettes,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
Fugazi,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
Simply Red,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
the Swans,
Trumans Water,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wolf Eyes,
Hardrive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
Marmalade,
The Smoke,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Mills,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.