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 Spain and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Morten Harket,
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
Skriet,
a-ha,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
The Leaves,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young,
Shoche,
Marmalade,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Procol Harum,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
Harmonia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wire,
Rapeman,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
Flash Fearless,
KRS-One,
Saccharine Trust,
Marvin Gaye,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.