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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Mary Jane Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill,
The Happenings,
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
Quantec,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
Amazonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Essential Logic,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
The Residents,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
World's Most,
B.T. Express,
Faraquet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
Joe Finger,
Section 25,
The Gap Band,
Y Pants,
Joe Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
U.S. Maple,
Janne Schatter,
The Skatalites,
Skaos,
the Slits,
Blancmange,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.