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 Croatia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crispian St. Peters to the disco 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wings,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rosa Yemen,
Lungfish,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
B.T. Express,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dave Gahan,
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
The Smoke,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
Minutemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Martian,
Fear,
Ronan,
The Names,
Scion,
Tommy Roe,
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Au Pairs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alphaville,
Q65,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Iggy Pop,
Television Personalities,
Alton Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters,
Talk Talk,
The Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
Deepchord,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Main Source,
Deakin,
Basic Channel,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.