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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 The Wake to the dance 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Suicide,
The Buckinghams,
Wire,
Index,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
Max Romeo,
Vainqueur,
The Happenings,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
Godley & Creme,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slits,
Drexciya,
Severed Heads,
The Litter,
Wasted Youth,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
Swans,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr,
Pantaleimon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants,
Chris Corsano,
Mandrill,
Bush Tetras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Malaria!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
Grauzone,
the Slits,
Yazoo,
John Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O.,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.