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 Fiji and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 The Monks to the grime 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Intrusion,
Black Sheep,
Sun City Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
The Zeros,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scientists,
Stetsasonic,
48th St. Collective,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
The Barracudas,
Television,
Zero Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Qualms,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
The Raincoats,
New Order,
the Normal,
Sixth Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.