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 Malawi 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Barry Ungar to the electroclash 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter & Gordon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
The Velvet Underground,
Eli Mardock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
The Real Kids,
Franke,
The Pop Group,
Hot Snakes,
Ken Boothe,
Dave Gahan,
Erykah Badu,
Carl Craig,
Lalo Schifrin,
UT,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker,
Gang Green,
The Knickerbockers,
Barbara Tucker,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
Urselle,
Echospace,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fear,
Warren Ellis,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonic Youth,
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
MDC,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.