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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Misunderstood to the punk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Leaves,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yazoo,
Average White Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hardrive,
Brothers Johnson,
Darondo,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
Henry Cow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Mills,
Jandek,
Buzzcocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Japan,
The Gladiators,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wings,
The Pretty Things,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.