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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moody Blues to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erasure,
The Angels of Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band,
MDC,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
Spandau Ballet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
Ice-T,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
cv313,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q and Not U,
Infiniti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brass Construction,
Anakelly,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
Scrapy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
a-ha,
Slave,
Bad Manners,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
Yazoo,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
Skarface,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.