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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Shoche to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
The Monks,
Agent Orange,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
The Golliwogs,
Brothers Johnson,
Parry Music,
Faust,
Hardrive,
Blake Baxter,
Spoonie Gee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
Zero Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
Terry Callier,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
Scott Walker,
The American Breed,
The Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Absolute Body Control,
Newcleus,
Malaria!,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.