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 Grenada and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
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 marimba 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 Morten Harket 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pole,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joyce Sims,
Parry Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dual Sessions,
Black Flag,
The Black Dice,
Subhumans,
the Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
Au Pairs,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
Moebius,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Smooth,
the Human League,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantytec,
Sex Pistols,
The Evens,
Inner City,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Talk Talk,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
T. Rex,
In Retrospect,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.