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 Samoa 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Scan 7 to the dance 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Stetsasonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Ice-T,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yusef Lateef,
Cameo,
UT,
Y Pants,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
Young Marble Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Hill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
World's Most,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
Intrusion,
David Bowie,
June of 44,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Wells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
Inner City,
Stiv Bators,
Sandy B,
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MDC,
Blossom Toes,
E-Dancer,
Monolake,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.