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 Tuvalu and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Rod Modell,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantytec,
Brand Nubian,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Index,
ABC,
Henry Cow,
Delta 5,
Tommy Roe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
Funky Four + One,
Eddi Front,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blancmange,
The Skatalites,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Germs,
The Wake,
The Red Krayola,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers,
Soulsonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doors,
Connie Case,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
The Residents,
Man Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
Byron Stingily,
Silicon Teens,
Tom Boy,
Jerry's Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.