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 Finland and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Negative Approach to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
Camberwell Now,
Rites of Spring,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxette,
Tres Demented,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
Lungfish,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
AZ,
Inner City,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
Faust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arcadia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
MC5,
Qualms,
the Slits,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sällskapet,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drexciya,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barrington Levy,
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Ken Boothe,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ludus,
Lakeside,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.