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 Brunei and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harry Pussy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
E-Dancer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Guru Guru,
The Cure,
The Last Poets,
Livin' Joy,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
JFA,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dead C,
Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sandy B,
Crime,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fluxion,
Visage,
Pussy Galore,
John Foxx,
Judy Mowatt,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Bourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
Gabor Szabo,
Inner City,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brass Construction,
The Leaves,
ABBA,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
Yusef Lateef,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.