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 Cyprus and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Neon Judgement to the jazz 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiohead,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
Rekid,
Alphaville,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Raincoats,
the Swans,
Erasure,
Ultra Naté,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
Jawbox,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
Smog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
B.T. Express,
Intrusion,
Pulsallama,
Gang Green,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Christie,
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
Severed Heads,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
Minutemen,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.