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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 The Beau Brummels to the techno 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
Dennis Brown,
The Vogues,
New Age Steppers,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sällskapet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
The Doors,
Ken Boothe,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
Fat Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
Dead Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Scion,
The Happenings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
The Fall,
Blossom Toes,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Intrusion,
Lower 48,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Leaves,
The Mummies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.