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 Russia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
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 güiro 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Maleditus Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blues Magoos,
Icehouse,
Popol Vuh,
Mars,
The Moody Blues,
Slave,
The Leaves,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra,
The Saints,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
K-Klass,
Kaleidoscope,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
Scott Walker,
Whodini,
ABC,
Pagans,
Jacob Miller,
Alphaville,
Harmonia,
Al Stewart,
Derrick May,
Crooked Eye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
Easy Going,
Lyres,
The Fall,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
Prince Buster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pussy Galore,
The Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nils Olav,
Japan,
Minny Pops,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.