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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Massinfluence to the crunk 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heaven 17,
Lightning Bolt,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
Skaos,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
A Certain Ratio,
Niagra,
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
Toni Rubio,
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Model 500,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
Ossler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
The Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Buckinghams,
Rakim,
DNA,
Ronnie Foster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dawn Penn,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
the Association,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.