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 Ecuador 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Clear Light to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Rapeman,
Main Source,
Junior Murvin,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
Minny Pops,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
Joensuu 1685,
Scientists,
One Last Wish,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
Max Romeo,
Magma,
Eli Mardock,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
The Walker Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
JFA,
Yusef Lateef,
Skaos,
Monolake,
Oneida,
Nik Kershaw,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gories,
The Dirtbombs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harry Pussy,
Gong,
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.