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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 James White and The Blacks to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Tom Boy,
Mr. Review,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Hill,
KRS-One,
Bluetip,
Davy DMX,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
Erasure,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Five Americans,
The Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Deepchord,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Foxx,
Negative Approach,
L. Decosne,
Supertramp,
The Grass Roots,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
Masters at Work,
Arab on Radar,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.