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 Israel and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Toasters,
The Fugs,
Hasil Adkins,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Warsaw,
Organ,
Subhumans,
Fat Boys,
The Slackers,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
David Axelrod,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sparks,
The Gap Band,
Gang Starr,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
Pagans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stereo Dub,
Deadbeat,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Beau Brummels,
June Days,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
Wire,
Audionom,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mission of Burma,
Brand Nubian,
Public Enemy,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Outsiders,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
The Detroit Cobras,
Livin' Joy,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
Pole,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.