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 South Africa and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Blossom Toes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Magazine,
Essential Logic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dave Gahan,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moleskins,
Mars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Prince Buster,
Darondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
The Litter,
Warren Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echospace,
the Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Germs,
Adolescents,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
Davy DMX,
Tom Boy,
Wasted Youth,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
Gong,
Clear Light,
Henry Cow,
Sun City Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Christie,
the Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones,
Little Man,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.