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 Moldova and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 DNA to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
The Move,
Oblivians,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Selecter,
Aloha Tigers,
Index,
The Gun Club,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
The Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alton Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
The Motions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Judy Mowatt,
Buzzcocks,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Davy DMX,
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mummies,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Franke,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slick Rick,
Masters at Work,
The Black Dice,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.