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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Motions to the grunge 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
Bad Manners,
T. Rex,
Visage,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Rundgren,
CMW,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Skarface,
The Last Poets,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma,
Quadrant,
JFA,
Ponytail,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mantronix,
Graham Central Station,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
Subhumans,
X-101,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
The Dead C,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
Masters at Work,
Sällskapet,
Crooked Eye,
Lakeside,
Bobby Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Smog,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radio Birdman,
Glenn Branca,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Fraelich,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
Q65,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.