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 Paraguay 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 The Searchers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
the Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Görl,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
The J.B.'s,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
World's Most,
David McCallum,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
Public Enemy,
Visage,
Hoover,
PIL,
Sugar Minott,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy Collins,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
Liliput,
Funkadelic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lakeside,
Ice-T,
The Gladiators,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marmalade,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxy Music,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
The Mojo Men,
Television Personalities,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.