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 Tonga and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Quantec to the rap 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siglo XX,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Guru Guru,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gabor Szabo,
Scrapy,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
Surgeon,
Country Teasers,
Half Japanese,
Pantaleimon,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hasil Adkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultra Naté,
Babytalk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liliput,
The Pop Group,
The Mummies,
The Fortunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
Trumans Water,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
Clear Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
The Invisible,
Motorama,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.