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 Tonga and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Basic Channel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Franke,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
Wire,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
cv313,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
F. McDonald,
Little Man,
Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Liliput,
Sugar Minott,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Swans,
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
World's Most,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Basic Channel,
Pierre Henry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boredoms,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
The American Breed,
Mr. Review,
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Q and Not U,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New York Dolls,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.