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 Angola and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scion to the techno 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Gap Band,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minutemen,
Altered Images,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erykah Badu,
Howard Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siglo XX,
Cluster,
Fugazi,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
Stetsasonic,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Mills,
Pantaleimon,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.