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 Tunisia 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Barracudas to the rock 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
Interpol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
Ponytail,
Accadde A,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barry Ungar,
Lindisfarne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gap Band,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Surgeon,
Oneida,
The Leaves,
Moby Grape,
Procol Harum,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface,
Q and Not U,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.