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 Benin and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Davy DMX to the grunge 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Graham Central Station,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
Arthur Verocai,
Henry Cow,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Circle Jerks,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
Masters at Work,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
Tres Demented,
FM Einheit,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
Harmonia,
Das Ding,
Matthew Bourne,
Josef K,
The Move,
Brand Nubian,
Alphaville,
Altered Images,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
One Last Wish,
Pole,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Dawn Penn,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bronski Beat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.