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 Germany and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pierre Henry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Music Machine,
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
Joy Division,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
Fugazi,
Intrusion,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Magma,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
T. Rex,
Hashim,
Oblivians,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Kinks,
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
Ossler,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Qualms,
Joey Negro,
Mark Hollis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
AZ,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.