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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Royal Trux to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
New Age Steppers,
The Toasters,
Ituana,
Reuben Wilson,
Audionom,
Qualms,
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sparks,
Joensuu 1685,
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
Morten Harket,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra,
Kurtis Blow,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers,
Erykah Badu,
Scientists,
Aswad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scrapy,
Jacques Brel,
Moby Grape,
Tom Boy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
The Selecter,
E-Dancer,
the Swans,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.