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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
The Zeros,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brand Nubian,
The Sound,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
Ponytail,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
Arab on Radar,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vainqueur,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
Rapeman,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Index,
Shoche,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
X-101,
Rekid,
ABBA,
Accadde A,
The Standells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yaz,
Mantronix,
June of 44,
Fugazi,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pagans,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
Outsiders,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.