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 Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronnie Foster,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Rosa Yemen,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Machine,
Fugazi,
Mo-Dettes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
Black Sheep,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
Grauzone,
Ituana,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
The Doors,
Sun Ra,
The Slackers,
Juan Atkins,
Stereo Dub,
Duran Duran,
Dennis Brown,
Charles Mingus,
Fluxion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jimmy McGriff,
a-ha,
The Star Department,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonic Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oneida,
The Busters,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fall,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.