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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
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 güiro 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 The Gun Club to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
K-Klass,
Suburban Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
Yazoo,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
Oneida,
The Mojo Men,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
Television Personalities,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
Sam Rivers,
Masters at Work,
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Young Marble Giants,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
Television,
Alphaville,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
Brass Construction,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Buckinghams,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.