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 Sweden and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Vladislav Delay to the grunge 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
PIL,
June Days,
Scott Walker,
The Pop Group,
Sixth Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Copeland,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
Anakelly,
The Knickerbockers,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
Iggy Pop,
Television,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
Roxy Music,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.