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 Iceland and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Davy DMX to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Oblivians,
Absolute Body Control,
Icehouse,
Laurel Aitken,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Nas,
John Cale,
The Doors,
The Count Five,
New York Dolls,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
The Toasters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monks,
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
Chris & Cosey,
Au Pairs,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
Technova,
The Happenings,
Organ,
Pylon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxette,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.