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 Portland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Reagan Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
Fat Boys,
June of 44,
Franke,
The Fall,
Niagra,
Heaven 17,
Pantaleimon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Tremeloes,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül II,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
The Star Department,
Unrelated Segments,
New Order,
Porter Ricks,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Patti Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Al Stewart,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stereo Dub,
Pagans,
The Modern Lovers,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
Stetsasonic,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q65,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Lightning Bolt,
Bob Dylan,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
The Trojans,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slick Rick,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
Mars,
U.S. Maple,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.