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 Austria and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Black Bananas to the grunge 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Neu!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Toasters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mandrill,
Country Teasers,
Clear Light,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
Eve St. Jones,
ABBA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
the Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Darondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Subhumans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Little Man,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
Donny Hathaway,
Soulsonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joensuu 1685,
Rod Modell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brass Construction,
Arcadia,
Man Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deakin,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible,
Eden Ahbez,
Lungfish,
Fad Gadget,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.