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 Suriname and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suicide to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
Toni Rubio,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
Ponytail,
The Move,
Country Teasers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slave,
Interpol,
Soft Machine,
E-Dancer,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan,
Stereo Dub,
Massinfluence,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terry Callier,
Don Cherry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Standells,
Procol Harum,
Delta 5,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
Monolake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Invisible,
Scientists,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
Flipper,
Amazonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Hasil Adkins,
Swell Maps,
UT,
Warsaw,
Pantaleimon,
Wally Richardson,
The Associates,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.