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 Accra.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Skaos to the grunge 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
Blake Baxter,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
Half Japanese,
The Cramps,
Eve St. Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Dennis Brown,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
The Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cure,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Steve Hackett,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
Arab on Radar,
Barry Ungar,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soulsonic Force,
Gong,
Radio Birdman,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
The Red Krayola,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.