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 France and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Al Stewart 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Fuzztones,
Das Ding,
Joy Division,
Parry Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Juan Atkins,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Move,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sparks,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Machine,
Black Pus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
Y Pants,
The Trojans,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
Qualms,
Yaz,
The Dead C,
Section 25,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
Circle Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Byron Stingily,
The Black Dice,
Isaac Hayes,
Flipper,
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.