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 Uzbekistan and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Fugazi to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Quantec,
The Fall,
Ken Boothe,
Laurel Aitken,
Bush Tetras,
Sandy B,
La Düsseldorf,
Joey Negro,
the Human League,
Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
Alphaville,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dark Day,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
The Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yusef Lateef,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
Deakin,
the Normal,
The Trojans,
Bronski Beat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ponytail,
Johnny Clarke,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yaz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yellowson,
U.S. Maple,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
F. McDonald,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skriet,
Parry Music,
cv313,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
The Barracudas,
Camouflage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.