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 South Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alton Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swans,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Suicide,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
cv313,
Chris Corsano,
The Buckinghams,
Dawn Penn,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
The Fugs,
New Order,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
Cymande,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
The Residents,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
Gang Green,
The Music Machine,
Fatback Band,
The Names,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
Metal Thangz,
Tubeway Army,
The Cure,
Harry Pussy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Real Kids,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.