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 Honduras and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Normal,
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tom Boy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Zero Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Smog,
Lakeside,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
Brick,
The Real Kids,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
The Fugs,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy Collins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
Andrew Hill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
Mark Hollis,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moleskins,
Hasil Adkins,
Wasted Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
AZ,
Siglo XX,
Sugar Minott,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gladiators,
One Last Wish,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.