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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
UT,
The Searchers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
Pagans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scrapy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
Lyres,
Robert Görl,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd,
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
Q65,
Camouflage,
Guru Guru,
Chrome,
Lakeside,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moebius,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
Duran Duran,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Janne Schatter,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Junior Murvin,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Pus,
Dave Gahan,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.