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 Seychelles and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 X-101 to the dance 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Clear Light,
Mad Mike,
The Fortunes,
Q65,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
The Five Americans,
The Smiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bluetip,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Order,
Porter Ricks,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Junior Murvin,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantytec,
Gerry Rafferty,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.