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 Ecuador and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dark Day to the techno 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
The Residents,
Soul II Soul,
The Victims,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ice-T,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
CMW,
Bobby Womack,
The Pop Group,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
Cal Tjader,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
ABBA,
OOIOO,
Television,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-Ray Spex,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sister Nancy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
Jawbox,
David Axelrod,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
MDC,
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.