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 Mexico and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Hardrive to the grime 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler,
Mark Hollis,
Niagra,
The Motions,
The Doors,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
Funkadelic,
Basic Channel,
10cc,
X-102,
Josef K,
Groovy Waters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grauzone,
Robert Wyatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Japan,
Surgeon,
Ossler,
Infiniti,
Harry Pussy,
Fear,
Interpol,
Rod Modell,
Arab on Radar,
Massinfluence,
The Red Krayola,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
The Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.