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 Austria and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Bourne to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
The Sonics,
Mantronix,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
Model 500,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fuzztones,
Robert Hood,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
The Sound,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eden Ahbez,
Jawbox,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
Wasted Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
Das Ding,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
Index,
Sarah Menescal,
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
Wings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.