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 Botswana 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Desert Stars to the jazz 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
Procol Harum,
Lyres,
Pole,
KRS-One,
Mad Mike,
The Index,
The Fortunes,
Mandrill,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Carl Craig,
K-Klass,
Ponytail,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
James White and The Blacks,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
Lee Hazlewood,
Urselle,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Crispy Ambulance,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
New York Dolls,
Cybotron,
Cheater Slicks,
D'Angelo,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
U.S. Maple,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims,
The Velvet Underground,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.