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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Mo-Dettes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Stooges,
Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
Godley & Creme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ten City,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
The Birthday Party,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Negative Approach,
Monolake,
Duran Duran,
Con Funk Shun,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wally Richardson,
Kayak,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Desert Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suburban Knight,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
The Victims,
The Move,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
Skaos,
AZ,
Bluetip,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Young Rascals,
Urselle,
The Moleskins,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.