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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rapeman to the disco 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Seeds,
Ten City,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
Japan,
A Certain Ratio,
Alphaville,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Hardrive,
The Raincoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Warsaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Bush Tetras,
Tres Demented,
Excepter,
R.M.O.,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eddi Front,
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
Wire,
Moebius,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
Joe Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls,
Faraquet,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick May,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Zeros,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.