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 Colombia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Niagra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
B.T. Express,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scrapy,
Underground Resistance,
Minny Pops,
Hashim,
Newcleus,
Cheater Slicks,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pet Shop Boys,
Das Ding,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fifty Foot Hose,
E-Dancer,
Mantronix,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
Intrusion,
The Cramps,
Rapeman,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
Ossler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Music Machine,
Sandy B,
Janne Schatter,
Camouflage,
The Fall,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
UT,
The Human League,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
Motorama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skarface,
Niagra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.