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 Japan and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Todd Terry to the rock 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers,
Scrapy,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Negative Approach,
The Real Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Buzzcocks,
Hot Snakes,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Talk Talk,
The Young Rascals,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
Clear Light,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
Sun City Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cramps,
Stetsasonic,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
Nirvana,
Scan 7,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Livin' Joy,
Barry Ungar,
The Raincoats,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
Q and Not U,
Eurythmics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
Warsaw,
Quadrant,
The Saints,
Crispian St. Peters,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
Josef K,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.