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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Youth Brigade to the punk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Sight & Sound,
Flipper,
Joe Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Finger,
Chrome,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
Deakin,
R.M.O.,
One Last Wish,
Faust,
Swell Maps,
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
Negative Approach,
Fad Gadget,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
Gang Green,
the Normal,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ten City,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
Jandek,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Can,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bluetip,
Wire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Grey Daturas,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
The Standells,
The Gun Club,
Rapeman,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.