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 Spain and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Ohio Players to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra,
Saccharine Trust,
Lower 48,
Pulsallama,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fear,
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
Minor Threat,
Theoretical Girls,
the Human League,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
Babytalk,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacques Brel,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald,
X-102,
the Slits,
Von Mondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
Q65,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
Skarface,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.