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 Greece and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Average White Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Pantytec,
The Shadows of Knight,
H. Thieme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liliput,
John Holt,
China Crisis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter & Gordon,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
Faraquet,
The Sonics,
Rakim,
Ultravox,
Joyce Sims,
Smog,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Y Pants,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
Rod Modell,
Icehouse,
Jandek,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Letta Mbulu,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sister Nancy,
Visage,
Oneida,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Black Dice,
Ice-T,
Henry Cow,
Minor Threat,
The Birthday Party,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter and Kerry,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wire,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.