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 Cuba and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Fatback Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Y Pants,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance,
Scientists,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
In Retrospect,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
Magma,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
The Litter,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
Mr. Review,
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
DJ Sneak,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
Toni Rubio,
Vainqueur,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
T.S.O.L.,
Slick Rick,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
Main Source,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Vladislav Delay,
Masters at Work,
The Residents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
Audionom,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
Blancmange,
Gong,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.