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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 The Five Americans to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Green,
D'Angelo,
June Days,
Charles Mingus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fortunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Judy Mowatt,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiohead,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set,
Los Fastidios,
Sound Behaviour,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
The Zeros,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
Wally Richardson,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
Scientists,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sällskapet,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
Robert Görl,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sound,
Skriet,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
Ralphi Rosario,
R.M.O.,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.