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 Liberia and from New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
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 KRS-One to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Alison Limerick,
The United States of America,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
New Order,
David McCallum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MDC,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
MC5,
Lyres,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Red Krayola,
Smog,
Y Pants,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
Blancmange,
Amazonics,
Darondo,
The Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eurythmics,
Henry Cow,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Stooges,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dave Clark Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.