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 Oman and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Susan Cadogan to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
Average White Band,
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
the Germs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
The Leaves,
MC5,
DNA,
Connie Case,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mandrill,
Eddi Front,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
ABBA,
Inner City,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Trojans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
Oneida,
Fatback Band,
The Techniques,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
Con Funk Shun,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.