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 Mongolia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Soft Cell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
Bauhaus,
The Evens,
Groovy Waters,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Enemy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
June Days,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
The American Breed,
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
Interpol,
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
Technova,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
Warren Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ituana,
The New Christs,
Lakeside,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Slits,
Visage,
Newcleus,
Main Source,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Infiniti,
The Offenders,
Sam Rivers,
Underground Resistance,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare,
Warsaw,
Rotary Connection,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.