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 Laos and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Audionom,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T.S.O.L.,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
Pharoah Sanders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
Country Teasers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sparks,
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marmalade,
Morten Harket,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gichy Dan,
Quando Quango,
Gang Starr,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Womack,
Nico,
Pantytec,
The Evens,
Albert Ayler,
The Monochrome Set,
a-ha,
Eli Mardock,
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
Sister Nancy,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erykah Badu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pole,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Reagan Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.