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 Bahrain and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Suburban Knight to the grunge 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gun Club,
The Slits,
Patti Smith,
Skarface,
Leonard Cohen,
The Associates,
Cameo,
Khruangbin,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott Heron,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
Terry Callier,
Brothers Johnson,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Max Romeo,
Youth Brigade,
The New Christs,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Index,
Section 25,
Organ,
The Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
DNA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Laurel Aitken,
Circle Jerks,
Symarip,
Sparks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Goldenarms,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.