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 Bhutan and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Slick Rick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
David Bowie,
The Kinks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacob Miller,
The Fortunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Reuben Wilson,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonny Sharrock,
Silicon Teens,
Flipper,
This Heat,
Alphaville,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aswad,
Whodini,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
One Last Wish,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
These Immortal Souls,
Skriet,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
Deepchord,
Dennis Brown,
Pagans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mojo Men,
The Gap Band,
the Swans,
David McCallum,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
Vladislav Delay,
Steve Hackett,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.