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 Portugal and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Leonard Cohen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
A Certain Ratio,
Mark Hollis,
The Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alphaville,
Maleditus Sound,
X-101,
Delta 5,
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Leaves,
Public Enemy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Henry Cow,
Masters at Work,
The Evens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Whodini,
Lalann,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
X-102,
Lindisfarne,
Cecil Taylor,
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
Shuggie Otis,
Fear,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.