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 Honduras and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Pussy Galore to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
The Selecter,
Bronski Beat,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Grass Roots,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
Nico,
Dennis Brown,
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moss Icon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Aswad,
The Standells,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kayak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
Magazine,
The United States of America,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.