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 Finland 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Silicon Teens to the rock 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Rakim,
The Selecter,
Marc Almond,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chrome,
Roxette,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dead C,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Royal Trux,
Joe Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harry Pussy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ken Boothe,
MC5,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics,
The Standells,
Vainqueur,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kurtis Blow,
Moebius,
Black Moon,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
June of 44,
Nick Fraelich,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
Darondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.