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 Liberia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan,
Scratch Acid,
Shuggie Otis,
CMW,
48th St. Collective,
KRS-One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacob Miller,
Royal Trux,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultravox,
Andrew Hill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
Newcleus,
Ice-T,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ituana,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
Ronan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gun Club,
Drexciya,
Ludus,
Underground Resistance,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
Pylon,
Magma,
The United States of America,
Jawbox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence,
Rosa Yemen,
Minutemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
The Cure,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.