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 Syria and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 The Cowsills to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Nirvana,
the Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
Excepter,
Niagra,
FM Einheit,
Terrestrial Tones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faraquet,
The Real Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops,
Junior Murvin,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Fraelich,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang On A Can,
Pole,
Fear,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Boz Scaggs,
Sound Behaviour,
Roger Hodgson,
Popol Vuh,
Mantronix,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
Vladislav Delay,
Lower 48,
Nas,
Monolake,
Smog,
Liliput,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rod Modell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jandek,
Sällskapet,
Kerri Chandler,
Warren Ellis,
Davy DMX,
The Tremeloes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.