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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Dual Sessions 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Silicon Teens,
Pole,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
Dennis Brown,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
K-Klass,
Sister Nancy,
Bad Manners,
Rites of Spring,
Porter Ricks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
Depeche Mode,
Crime,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare,
Gang Green,
Maurizio,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
X-Ray Spex,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
T. Rex,
Public Enemy,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
Al Stewart,
Radio Birdman,
Patti Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anakelly,
Metal Thangz,
Panda Bear,
Fear,
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
Black Moon,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.