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 Lithuania and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
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 oboe 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 The American Breed to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Hardrive,
The Stooges,
Subhumans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
Marvin Gaye,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Bourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Wells,
Scientists,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
Ohio Players,
The Last Poets,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
the Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultravox,
The Misunderstood,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
Marcia Griffiths,
Royal Trux,
Aloha Tigers,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
Agent Orange,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Walker Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
Vainqueur,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.