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 Venezuela and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonic Youth to the disco 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Music Machine,
Patti Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
kango's stein massive,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande,
Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Slick Rick,
R.M.O.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
The Angels of Light,
The Happenings,
Alphaville,
Infiniti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
D'Angelo,
Donald Byrd,
Zapp,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alice Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marmalade,
The Human League,
the Association,
Joensuu 1685,
The Offenders,
The Count Five,
Faust,
Outsiders,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
Aaron Thompson,
The Saints,
Carl Craig,
Theoretical Girls,
Davy DMX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.