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 Australia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 The Dead C 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
Slick Rick,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gun Club,
The Vogues,
Oblivians,
Peter and Kerry,
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Magma,
the Germs,
Ludus,
Dead Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
Suicide,
Chrome,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
Judy Mowatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
The Raincoats,
The Five Americans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
Thee Headcoats,
Deepchord,
Wire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
Minny Pops,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Leaves,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.