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 Russia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Avey Tare to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Adolescents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Mission of Burma,
John Holt,
Funkadelic,
Minutemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
the Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Brothers Johnson,
Average White Band,
Fad Gadget,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Wake,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
Scan 7,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul II Soul,
The Mummies,
Todd Terry,
Chrome,
Agent Orange,
Thompson Twins,
Al Stewart,
Neu!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
Marc Almond,
Roger Hodgson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Yellowson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.