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 Honduras and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Kerri Chandler to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
Black Moon,
Maleditus Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Star Department,
Scan 7,
The Gories,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fuzztones,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
Rekid,
The Selecter,
The Tremeloes,
Sam Rivers,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
Bill Wells,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
Ice-T,
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
AZ,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantytec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.