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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Visage to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Amazonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sex Pistols,
Juan Atkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
Carl Craig,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
Supertramp,
Khruangbin,
Tom Boy,
John Foxx,
the Germs,
Maurizio,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Smog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
Susan Cadogan,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alton Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
Cameo,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
World's Most,
Brick,
The Associates,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neu!,
Gang Starr,
Joey Negro,
The Motions,
Groovy Waters,
Severed Heads,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Panda Bear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.