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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Skriet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
The Remains,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flipper,
Black Pus,
Freddie Wadling,
Deadbeat,
Desert Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Skriet,
Gong,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Ludus,
Wings,
Hardrive,
The Cure,
Tubeway Army,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q65,
Lucky Dragons,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
Dark Day,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dual Sessions,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultravox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.