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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Ossler to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
Animal Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz,
Little Man,
Minor Threat,
Ronnie Foster,
Joy Division,
Nils Olav,
John Foxx,
Juan Atkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Sight & Sound,
The Cramps,
Delta 5,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
The Monks,
10cc,
Guru Guru,
Average White Band,
Unwound,
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
Camberwell Now,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
The Remains,
48th St. Collective,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
Gregory Isaacs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anthony Braxton,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moleskins,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fortunes,
Pere Ubu,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
Buzzcocks,
Funkadelic,
Todd Rundgren,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
Brand Nubian,
The Toasters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vladislav Delay,
Steve Hackett,
Faust,
Howard Jones,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.