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 Monaco and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Man Eating Sloth to the jazz 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
The Saints,
The Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Half Japanese,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alphaville,
Maleditus Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Oneida,
Rapeman,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
Lalann,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
World's Most,
Jacques Brel,
Suicide,
Rufus Thomas,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
Donny Hathaway,
Terry Callier,
David McCallum,
Gang Green,
Monks,
Nico,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rosa Yemen,
Skarface,
Desert Stars,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective,
David Axelrod,
Rekid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
Kenny Larkin,
Surgeon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.