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 Tonga and from London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Alphaville to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spandau Ballet,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slave,
Mars,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
Dark Day,
the Sonics,
The Mummies,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann,
Gang Green,
Scientists,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aloha Tigers,
Wasted Youth,
Sällskapet,
Soul Sonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cymande,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas,
The Dirtbombs,
Can,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons,
Funky Four + One,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moleskins,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris Corsano,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Idris Muhammad,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
Wings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.