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 Mozambique and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Vainqueur to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
Albert Ayler,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Christie,
the Association,
Rod Modell,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bauhaus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skarface,
Eurythmics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Half Japanese,
The Walker Brothers,
Wings,
Malaria!,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
Jimmy McGriff,
L. Decosne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bluetip,
KRS-One,
ABC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Babytalk,
Roxette,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
New York Dolls,
Erykah Badu,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
LL Cool J,
Nas,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lungfish,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.