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 Vanuatu and from London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Rapeman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
Jimmy McGriff,
These Immortal Souls,
Faust,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
Tim Buckley,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
Tears for Fears,
Sugar Minott,
Amazonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
Underground Resistance,
Lakeside,
The Tremeloes,
Piero Umiliani,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
The Offenders,
The Cramps,
The Music Machine,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donald Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
The Knickerbockers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
Al Stewart,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.