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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
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 theremin 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 The Saints to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joey Negro,
Q65,
New York Dolls,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
Arthur Verocai,
Wire,
Ituana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Moon,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
Althea and Donna,
New Order,
The Black Dice,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set,
Crash Course in Science,
JFA,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
MC5,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Symarip,
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Panda Bear,
the Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Newcleus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.