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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 Amon Düül II to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nico,
Lungfish,
Bad Manners,
June Days,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
D'Angelo,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
The Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
Iggy Pop,
Camberwell Now,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Josef K,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
Adolescents,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
The Remains,
DJ Sneak,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
Reuben Wilson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monolake,
Excepter,
The Selecter,
Al Stewart,
Man Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Animal Collective,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.