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 Turkey and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magazine to the crunk 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Tim Buckley,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Searchers,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
Flipper,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Stooges,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
Glenn Branca,
Kurtis Blow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shuggie Otis,
Mars,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
Dead Boys,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
Danielle Patucci,
Sparks,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Royal Trux,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
Skaos,
The Blackbyrds,
Barrington Levy,
Simply Red,
China Crisis,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.