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 Italy and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Barracudas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slick Rick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
The Golliwogs,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
The Evens,
Massinfluence,
The Techniques,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
Gang Gang Dance,
June of 44,
Vainqueur,
Alphaville,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Al Stewart,
Colin Newman,
The Monks,
Gang Green,
Patti Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Rod Modell,
X-102,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
The Vogues,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scrapy,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
Wasted Youth,
Flipper,
Symarip,
UT,
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
The Walker Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.