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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 John Holt to the electroclash 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Japan,
The Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun City Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Bauhaus,
Lakeside,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Iggy Pop,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker,
Shuggie Otis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
Buzzcocks,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
Bush Tetras,
Half Japanese,
Main Source,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
Rod Modell,
Hashim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.