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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flamin' Groovies to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Black Dice,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed,
Suicide,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
Nico,
Soul II Soul,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
Lakeside,
Easy Going,
Peter and Kerry,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
Donald Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
Joe Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Misunderstood,
The Busters,
Scion,
Minutemen,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crooked Eye,
Q65,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.