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 East Timor and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Moebius to the punk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Halsall,
Idris Muhammad,
Agitation Free,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
Inner City,
Fad Gadget,
AZ,
Hardrive,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reagan Youth,
Oblivians,
X-101,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson,
Warsaw,
The Residents,
Godley & Creme,
Delta 5,
Scrapy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
The Neon Judgement,
Easy Going,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
The Gories,
Mad Mike,
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
Funkadelic,
Das Ding,
Max Romeo,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
The Barracudas,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.