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 Yemen and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
The Trojans,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Metal Thangz,
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
Howard Jones,
Faraquet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Neon Judgement,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Ossler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
U.S. Maple,
Faust,
Intrusion,
Marshall Jefferson,
La Düsseldorf,
Joy Division,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Rod Modell,
The Stooges,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Gang Dance,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.