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 Spokane.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Arcadia,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
Eve St. Jones,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Alice Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
Nas,
Erasure,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors,
Morten Harket,
Brass Construction,
Marine Girls,
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moby Grape,
Infiniti,
The Leaves,
Silicon Teens,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
Lower 48,
Lyres,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
Japan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agitation Free,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
One Last Wish,
Liliput,
The Busters,
Scott Walker,
Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Green,
Nico,
Los Fastidios,
the Slits,
Panda Bear,
Unrelated Segments,
Talk Talk,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.