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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the electroclash 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
10cc,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
Davy DMX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
Lakeside,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacques Brel,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Enemy,
Saccharine Trust,
Clear Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
OOIOO,
Kas Product,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
The United States of America,
Mantronix,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
Byron Stingily,
Eddi Front,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.