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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Vogues to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
PIL,
UT,
China Crisis,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ice-T,
X-102,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Selecter,
Crooked Eye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
cv313,
Brothers Johnson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
Steve Hackett,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
Tom Boy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-Ray Spex,
Trumans Water,
Bill Wells,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen,
Procol Harum,
Joensuu 1685,
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
Masters at Work,
Organ,
Gong,
Wolf Eyes,
the Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Altered Images,
Aural Exciters,
Oneida,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doobie Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Toni Rubio,
Crime,
The Zeros,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.