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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Real Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Fortunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
The J.B.'s,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
Althea and Donna,
Graham Central Station,
The Misunderstood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Janne Schatter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
MDC,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
Lungfish,
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronnie Foster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Sherman,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Litter,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.