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 Vanuatu and from Halifax.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Tubeway Army to the funk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Deakin,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Raincoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Five Americans,
Gichy Dan,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
FM Einheit,
Stiv Bators,
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers,
The Invisible,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fall,
Slick Rick,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Ossler,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
Warsaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.