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 Senegal and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 L. Decosne to the punk 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
CMW,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chrome,
The Raincoats,
Magma,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
Barrington Levy,
X-102,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
The Names,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grauzone,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris Corsano,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalann,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
The J.B.'s,
Josef K,
Amon Düül,
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doors,
Swans,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
The Litter,
Ossler,
The Martian,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Neu!,
Monolake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
Tom Boy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.