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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Eric Copeland to the techno 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Womack,
The Wake,
Sällskapet,
Bill Near,
PIL,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
MC5,
Symarip,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brick,
Arcadia,
Royal Trux,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Unwound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warren Ellis,
The United States of America,
The Techniques,
Alton Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spandau Ballet,
Agitation Free,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.