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 Montenegro and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Slave to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Funky Four + One,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Surgeon,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
Chris Corsano,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
Main Source,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
Wire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terry Callier,
Hot Snakes,
Faust,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Althea and Donna,
The Last Poets,
Cecil Taylor,
Kaleidoscope,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
Silicon Teens,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Cale,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Eurythmics,
Q65,
The Dave Clark Five,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
Arthur Verocai,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
Lou Christie,
Dead Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Toni Rubio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.