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 Madrid.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 The Names to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Robert Wyatt,
Alphaville,
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Iggy Pop,
Laurel Aitken,
Wings,
The Five Americans,
Reuben Wilson,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aswad,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
Masters at Work,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
the Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments,
Camouflage,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
Black Flag,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stetsasonic,
Leonard Cohen,
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro,
Neu!,
Suburban Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Surgeon,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shoche,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.