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 Kyrgyzstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Althea and Donna to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
The Vogues,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
Kayak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
Sparks,
The Flesh Eaters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
The Slackers,
Flipper,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
Slick Rick,
Marine Girls,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
Model 500,
Malaria!,
R.M.O.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Clear Light,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
Scan 7,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
Lyres,
Kevin Saunderson,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
Swans,
Wings,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.