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 Congo and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
Charles Mingus,
Faraquet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sixth Finger,
Lakeside,
Hashim,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
R.M.O.,
Eli Mardock,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
Dual Sessions,
Talk Talk,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
OOIOO,
The Associates,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick May,
Darondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
Index,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
Fad Gadget,
Slick Rick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Massinfluence,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette,
The Saints,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.