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 Korea North and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Graham Central Station to the electroclash 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Saints,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
The Mummies,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
Boredoms,
Glenn Branca,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
Black Flag,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
Aswad,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mojo Men,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
Delta 5,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
Supertramp,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
Mark Hollis,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented,
Excepter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings,
Reagan Youth,
Quantec,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed,
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Fela Kuti,
K-Klass,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.