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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 F. McDonald to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
These Immortal Souls,
The American Breed,
Erasure,
Make Up,
ABC,
Audionom,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann,
Siglo XX,
Hardrive,
The Black Dice,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mars,
Prince Buster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerri Chandler,
Metal Thangz,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kayak,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harmonia,
Technova,
Porter Ricks,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
The Star Department,
The Selecter,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.