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 Bahrain and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
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 güiro 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dead C,
Bluetip,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
Mo-Dettes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
Unwound,
Flash Fearless,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
MDC,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Clarke,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
The New Christs,
The Move,
Chris Corsano,
Ludus,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
Tom Boy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scientists,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pylon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
ABC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
The Gladiators,
Hashim,
Lungfish,
UT,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
OOIOO,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quantec,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.