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 Vietnam and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
Minny Pops,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
The Skatalites,
Todd Terry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
Angry Samoans,
Scrapy,
Lou Christie,
June of 44,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Flag,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
John Holt,
Wasted Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Sneak,
Albert Ayler,
Swans,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.