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 Morocco and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Black Bananas to the rap 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
Grey Daturas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
The Mummies,
Goldenarms,
The Techniques,
Delon & Dalcan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
Half Japanese,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Roxy Music,
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
Colin Newman,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
a-ha,
FM Einheit,
Public Image Ltd.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
DNA,
Dead Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Technova,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
Tubeway Army,
The Pretty Things,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Deepchord,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Absolute Body Control,
Desert Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.