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 Brazil and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sällskapet to the rock 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Eric Dolphy,
Guru Guru,
Babytalk,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
D'Angelo,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Dark Day,
Gichy Dan,
The Slits,
The Smoke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pretty Things,
Sex Pistols,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana,
Yaz,
Jeff Lynne,
The Techniques,
Loose Ends,
The Raincoats,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
the Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Wells,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
John Cale,
Section 25,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mars,
Wings,
The Evens,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.