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 Laos and from New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
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 clarinet 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 Technova to the disco 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
Morten Harket,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q and Not U,
Alphaville,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bluetip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
Eric Copeland,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Clear Light,
the Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-Ray Spex,
Little Man,
Scratch Acid,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
D'Angelo,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
Can,
Warren Ellis,
Monks,
Hoover,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
Sarah Menescal,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
Popol Vuh,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
The Gap Band,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.