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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Saccharine Trust,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Copeland,
The Dead C,
June Days,
Jandek,
New Order,
Barrington Levy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
The Cramps,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
Shoche,
James White and The Blacks,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
a-ha,
Traffic Nightmare,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
E-Dancer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantytec,
Sound Behaviour,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Hood,
The Victims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June of 44,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
AZ,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.