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 Eritrea and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Franke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Almond,
Davy DMX,
Harry Pussy,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick May,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102,
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
Brick,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
The Young Rascals,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
PIL,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aural Exciters,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
Arcadia,
Yazoo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Sight & Sound,
Joey Negro,
LL Cool J,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Letta Mbulu,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fall,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.