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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soul II Soul to the grime 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Crime,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
a-ha,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
OOIOO,
The Red Krayola,
Josef K,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
Mr. Review,
Index,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Colin Newman,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
Country Teasers,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Motions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skaos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
Arthur Verocai,
Organ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boredoms,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Sonics,
Magma,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
Junior Murvin,
John Foxx,
Hardrive,
Eve St. Jones,
Main Source,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.