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 Malta and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 the Soft Cell to the electroclash 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
The Mojo Men,
MC5,
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Janne Schatter,
Bush Tetras,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ludus,
Warsaw,
Barrington Levy,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
Michelle Simonal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
The Sound,
Scrapy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
Fluxion,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Los Fastidios,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
Mission of Burma,
OOIOO,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Mills,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
Fatback Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Vogues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vainqueur,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
Brick,
The Five Americans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Offenders,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.