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 Kosovo and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Swans to the rock 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade,
Roxette,
Quadrant,
Alphaville,
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
Bobby Womack,
Boredoms,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
The Real Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
PIL,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stetsasonic,
John Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Joyce Sims,
Eurythmics,
Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
X-101,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blancmange,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dave Gahan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
a-ha,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Green,
Sixth Finger,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.