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 El Salvador and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 Durutti Column to the funk 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
Inner City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warsaw,
Silicon Teens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Schoolly D,
Franke,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
Fluxion,
The Cowsills,
Soft Cell,
Sparks,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
Deepchord,
Man Parrish,
the Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
Excepter,
Monks,
Skriet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slave,
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
the Normal,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
The American Breed,
FM Einheit,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vladislav Delay,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
Guru Guru,
The Angels of Light,
The Smiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.