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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Nico to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Bobby Byrd,
Cybotron,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
Suburban Knight,
The Golliwogs,
E-Dancer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Victims,
Desert Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
Rapeman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Offenders,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ice-T,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare,
Curtis Mayfield,
The American Breed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Stiv Bators,
Idris Muhammad,
Intrusion,
48th St. Collective,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
June Days,
Prince Buster,
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
Nas,
Slave,
Lalann,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Pus,
The Fortunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates,
the Germs,
the Association,
Neil Young,
Joe Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.