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 Dominica and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 The Wake to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dark Day,
The Sonics,
The Monks,
Joey Negro,
Moebius,
The Move,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suicide,
The Remains,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
E-Dancer,
Pere Ubu,
These Immortal Souls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
Roxette,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers,
The J.B.'s,
Susan Cadogan,
X-102,
Babytalk,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
48th St. Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
Gang Starr,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.