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 Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Judy Mowatt 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Evens,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Smooth,
Hoover,
The Gladiators,
the Swans,
Visage,
Alison Limerick,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Enemy,
Jacob Miller,
Kas Product,
Interpol,
DNA,
Drexciya,
Rosa Yemen,
The J.B.'s,
A Certain Ratio,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
Lower 48,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
Porter Ricks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
X-102,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Görl,
Byron Stingily,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smiths,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ponytail,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Terry,
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fluxion,
Sparks,
Bill Near,
Jerry's Kids,
Panda Bear,
Black Bananas,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
R.M.O.,
Monks,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.