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 India and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 cv313 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronan,
Gang of Four,
Youth Brigade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
Los Fastidios,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
Johnny Osbourne,
Icehouse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Fraelich,
Urselle,
B.T. Express,
Mad Mike,
The Fortunes,
Infiniti,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
the Bar-Kays,
Schoolly D,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
Jandek,
X-102,
Wire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
The Trojans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Vogues,
The Slackers,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joey Negro,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
Lyres,
The Evens,
Hashim,
Marmalade,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.