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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
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 guitar 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 Lucky Dragons to the crunk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
Boredoms,
Tears for Fears,
The Fall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
Rites of Spring,
Gong,
Stockholm Monsters,
Trumans Water,
Sight & Sound,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echospace,
Q65,
Sun City Girls,
Monolake,
The Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
Archie Shepp,
The Selecter,
Ituana,
Marine Girls,
The Motions,
Yaz,
Bush Tetras,
Darondo,
Althea and Donna,
Average White Band,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
Skriet,
Inner City,
Rekid,
Smog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.