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 Belgium and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 8 Eyed Spy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
The Zeros,
ABBA,
Rufus Thomas,
Darondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Franke,
John Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronnie Foster,
A Certain Ratio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
Deadbeat,
Black Sheep,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slackers,
JFA,
Jerry's Kids,
Oneida,
Yazoo,
Rites of Spring,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
Youth Brigade,
Flash Fearless,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
The Stooges,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood,
Procol Harum,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.