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 Cuba and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Foxx to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Index,
Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
Clear Light,
The Cure,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
H. Thieme,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
Little Man,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
Motorama,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
Zapp,
Das Ding,
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman,
Franke,
Kurtis Blow,
Ice-T,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Sound Behaviour,
Main Source,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
The Names,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
Scientists,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.