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 Nicaragua and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Pussy Galore,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum,
Aaron Thompson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Babytalk,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
Massinfluence,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
One Last Wish,
Index,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
Wire,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
Hardrive,
Amazonics,
F. McDonald,
Fela Kuti,
Gong,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Lynne,
Pylon,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
Isaac Hayes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Con Funk Shun,
Mantronix,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Animal Collective,
The Cure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.