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 Finland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Vogues to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
Yellowson,
Scion,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
Pagans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
Bush Tetras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Image Ltd.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
K-Klass,
Derrick Morgan,
Technova,
Lightning Bolt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
the Soft Cell,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Das Ding,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
The New Christs,
Skarface,
Leonard Cohen,
Nirvana,
Ultravox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cramps,
Kenny Larkin,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Magazine,
Motorama,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
James White and The Blacks,
Anthony Braxton,
Ponytail,
Young Marble Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Rapeman,
the Association,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
Arcadia,
Shoche,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.