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 Poland 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Agent Orange to the techno 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantytec,
Jacques Brel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scrapy,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
China Crisis,
Porter Ricks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Dual Sessions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
Flamin' Groovies,
cv313,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy Collins,
E-Dancer,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crooked Eye,
Con Funk Shun,
The Names,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Bananas,
The Stooges,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
Intrusion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fugazi,
L. Decosne,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
Los Fastidios,
The Gories,
Eve St. Jones,
Echospace,
Little Man,
X-102,
Fluxion,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.