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 Fiji and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Groovy Waters to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Animal Collective,
Easy Going,
The Human League,
Pantytec,
Judy Mowatt,
Groovy Waters,
Monolake,
Blancmange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sixth Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mark Hollis,
Technova,
Mr. Review,
Essential Logic,
Black Bananas,
Moby Grape,
The Star Department,
Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians,
U.S. Maple,
John Holt,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wings,
Cal Tjader,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scientists,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
Von Mondo,
Harry Pussy,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw,
Second Layer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.