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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 New Age Steppers to the grunge 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Aswad,
H. Thieme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scrapy,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boredoms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mantronix,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
Lower 48,
B.T. Express,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zero Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
10cc,
The Vogues,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
MC5,
Simply Red,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
Easy Going,
The Selecter,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
John Holt,
Mark Hollis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
DNA,
Funky Four + One,
The Fall,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.