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 San Marino and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Starr to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
Kas Product,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
Ossler,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
Darondo,
Metal Thangz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Das Ding,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
Henry Cow,
Pere Ubu,
Lyres,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Rekid,
Radiohead,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deadbeat,
Kenny Larkin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
Eli Mardock,
Sex Pistols,
Babytalk,
Au Pairs,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flipper,
Monolake,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
Von Mondo,
The Residents,
Q65,
Bill Near,
Symarip,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlback,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The United States of America,
Ponytail,
James White and The Blacks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.