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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Martian,
Nico,
Lou Reed,
The Kinks,
Deakin,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
Sixth Finger,
The Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon,
Pussy Galore,
Sparks,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
Matthew Bourne,
China Crisis,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cameo,
Main Source,
Mr. Review,
the Slits,
F. McDonald,
Howard Jones,
Todd Terry,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Pus,
Skriet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grauzone,
Wire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lindisfarne,
Eurythmics,
Hashim,
Massinfluence,
The Busters,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
Excepter,
DJ Sneak,
Wings,
Tears for Fears,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.