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 Marshall Islands and from London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 June of 44 to the electroclash 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grey Daturas,
Deakin,
Main Source,
Moebius,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
Pantaleimon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Make Up,
10cc,
MC5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
the Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
The Pretty Things,
Smog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
The Gories,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
Q65,
Wings,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Normal,
Eurythmics,
Skarface,
Siglo XX,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
Supertramp,
Can,
Rakim,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
Bang On A Can,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.