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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tom Boy to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
Eric Copeland,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
Ludus,
Fat Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Trumans Water,
The Happenings,
Von Mondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
Funkadelic,
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
Qualms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Junior Murvin,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths,
MDC,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Deadbeat,
Boz Scaggs,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
The Fortunes,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
Byron Stingily,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sparks,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.