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 Chile and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Von Mondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Parrish,
The American Breed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy Collins,
Smog,
Eden Ahbez,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
Anakelly,
Yellowson,
Guru Guru,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese,
The Toasters,
Rapeman,
Scrapy,
Moebius,
The Selecter,
The Cramps,
Idris Muhammad,
Subhumans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
Derrick May,
Parry Music,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
The Litter,
The Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delta 5,
Cheater Slicks,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Neon Judgement,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.