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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Invisible to the rap 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
Black Moon,
Pole,
ABBA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
CMW,
Henry Cow,
Janne Schatter,
Sound Behaviour,
Moss Icon,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Soft Cell,
Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet,
the Association,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
The Toasters,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
The Sonics,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funkadelic,
The United States of America,
The Angels of Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
Ultra Naté,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flamin' Groovies,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.