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 Uruguay and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Rites of Spring to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Techniques,
Fat Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
Flipper,
The Standells,
UT,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gun Club,
Neu!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantytec,
Mr. Review,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
Blancmange,
Barbara Tucker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk,
H. Thieme,
Japan,
Crash Course in Science,
the Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Audionom,
Cameo,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
James White and The Blacks,
AZ,
MDC,
The Selecter,
Oneida,
Colin Newman,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
Isaac Hayes,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
Barrington Levy,
Black Moon,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.