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 Zambia and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Bourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
The Saints,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Underground Resistance,
John Foxx,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
The Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
The Tremeloes,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gladiators,
Sällskapet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Procol Harum,
Excepter,
X-101,
Black Pus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MDC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unrelated Segments,
the Slits,
F. McDonald,
Mission of Burma,
The Vogues,
10cc,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liliput,
Oblivians,
X-102,
Ohio Players,
Kurtis Blow,
Yazoo,
Desert Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
Pantaleimon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smiths,
Cameo,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Sherman,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.