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 Palau and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Kevin Saunderson to the electroclash 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
the Human League,
Yellowson,
Agitation Free,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
cv313,
Boredoms,
Depeche Mode,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
Kaleidoscope,
the Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach,
The Saints,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slick Rick,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grauzone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siglo XX,
Bauhaus,
The American Breed,
U.S. Maple,
Pantaleimon,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
Porter Ricks,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
Barrington Levy,
Interpol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
L. Decosne,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
The Move,
Mark Hollis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.