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 Sierra Leone 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Cramps to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Normal,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Country Teasers,
Hot Snakes,
Tears for Fears,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
Sam Rivers,
The Busters,
The Motions,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
Heaven 17,
The Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
John Holt,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
ABC,
Metal Thangz,
Depeche Mode,
K-Klass,
Pantytec,
Cameo,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Urselle,
Susan Cadogan,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Bad Manners,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
Q and Not U,
B.T. Express,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams,
Underground Resistance,
Sound Behaviour,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.