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 Ireland 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Victims to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall,
Marine Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
ABC,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
Danielle Patucci,
The Trojans,
The Residents,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Intrusion,
Spandau Ballet,
Ponytail,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tom Boy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monochrome Set,
Junior Murvin,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Minny Pops,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
L. Decosne,
The Techniques,
Popol Vuh,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yaz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shoche,
Bill Near,
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
Stetsasonic,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.