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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Blossom Toes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare,
Excepter,
The Victims,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moody Blues,
Barrington Levy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Flag,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
The Neon Judgement,
Morten Harket,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Desert Stars,
UT,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
Sarah Menescal,
Television Personalities,
Quantec,
Dawn Penn,
The Mummies,
Liliput,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Connie Case,
China Crisis,
Technova,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station,
the Germs,
Eric Copeland,
Rufus Thomas,
Sällskapet,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jandek,
PIL,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
Isaac Hayes,
cv313,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.