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 Iceland and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bizarre Inc. to the funk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Mills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Foxx,
Eric Copeland,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
Procol Harum,
Index,
Subhumans,
Television Personalities,
Gastr Del Sol,
Accadde A,
New York Dolls,
Tim Buckley,
Icehouse,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
Deepchord,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swell Maps,
Carl Craig,
JFA,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Don Cherry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
Crime,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
The Fugs,
Dead Boys,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
Q65,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doors,
Soul II Soul,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.