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 Uganda and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pretty Things to the dance 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Sherman,
Pierre Henry,
Albert Ayler,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
Bronski Beat,
The Wake,
Unwound,
The Pretty Things,
Depeche Mode,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lyres,
The Barracudas,
The Evens,
Grauzone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
L. Decosne,
Magazine,
AZ,
Ludus,
Hoover,
Qualms,
Infiniti,
Motorama,
The American Breed,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Japan,
Hot Snakes,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantytec,
MDC,
the Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
The Zeros,
Audionom,
Byron Stingily,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.