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 China and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Heaven 17 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neu!,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
Gang of Four,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultra Naté,
Chris Corsano,
Inner City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
The Sonics,
The Barracudas,
The Searchers,
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
Pagans,
10cc,
These Immortal Souls,
Motorama,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
Cluster,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
Young Marble Giants,
Monolake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Knickerbockers,
X-Ray Spex,
Juan Atkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Smog,
Gang Green,
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
the Germs,
Wire,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chrome,
Zapp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.