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 Dominican Republic and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Loose Ends to the jazz 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Jawbox,
Pere Ubu,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Archie Shepp,
Judy Mowatt,
The Trojans,
Ronan,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
Pole,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stetsasonic,
Gong,
Howard Jones,
John Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
Colin Newman,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alphaville,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marmalade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warren Ellis,
The Associates,
Quadrant,
CMW,
The Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
B.T. Express,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.