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 Cape Verde 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chrome to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fad Gadget,
Nas,
Niagra,
Bootsy Collins,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Near,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
Marvin Gaye,
Susan Cadogan,
Scion,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Bourne,
Jandek,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
Jacques Brel,
Graham Central Station,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
Barrington Levy,
Arcadia,
Minutemen,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cluster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Second Layer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
The Gap Band,
Buzzcocks,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
The Fortunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.