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 Indonesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Minnie Riperton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barrington Levy,
The Knickerbockers,
Supertramp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deepchord,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reuben Wilson,
Oblivians,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
Clear Light,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
Minutemen,
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
FM Einheit,
Bill Wells,
Letta Mbulu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Leaves,
Masters at Work,
Marine Girls,
Model 500,
The Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Toni Rubio,
JFA,
David McCallum,
The Star Department,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Janne Schatter,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
Technova,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.